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In October, I did something I never imagined I would do. I published my book. And then… I unpublished it. Not because it wasn’t finished. Not because it wasn’t real. But because fear got louder than my belief in myself. After hitting “publish,” I let doubt creep in. I reread chapters through a harsher lens. I started questioning scenes I once loved. I convinced myself it wasn’t good enough. That maybe I’d rushed it. That maybe I should wait until I was “better,” “more healed,

If I saw all the pain it would take to get me to where I want to be, I probably wouldn’t have taken the journey. But here I am still moving, still believing, still showing up when it would’ve been easier to quit. God keeps giving me flashes of possibility. Not the full picture, not the whole vision just glimpses of where I could be. Just enough to keep me going when everything in me wants to stop. This last season has hurt more than I can put into words. I’ve lost people, op

I thought once I finally hit publish, all my anxiety would disappear. That I’d finally relax. That peace would flood in and I’d feel proud, confident, and accomplished. But instead… my brain went into overdrive. What if no one buys it? What if I made a mistake? What if I should’ve waited just one more week? That’s the part nobody really talks about how overwhelming it can feel to finally get the thing you prayed and cried over. It’s not that I’m not grateful; I’m beyond than

I don’t even know where to start. For months, I’ve been holding my breath — writing, rewriting, editing, doubting, crying, and praying that this story would somehow find its way into the world. And today, it finally did. My debut novel, Hard to Heal, is officially live on Amazon. I thought I’d feel calm when it happened — like a quiet exhale after a long journey. But the truth is, I screamed. I laughed. I cried. And then I just sat there staring at the screen in disbelief. Be

When I sit down to write, I’m not just telling a romance. I’m reaching for the pieces of myself that have been broken, bruised, or...

Music from Black Artists That Inspired Brielle, Micah, and Ayana’s Journey Music has always been a soundtrack to healing for me, and it...

When I first started writing the Hard to Series, I didn’t realize how much of my own heart would find its way onto the page. These...

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