When everything in my life fell apart, I started noticing strange little things—perfect timing, unexpected messages, moments that felt too personal to be random. It wasn’t the kind of God story I ever imagined telling. But it was the beginning of something real. Subtle. Honest. Weird. And somehow, exactly what I needed.

You don’t have to attempt suicide to understand the feeling of wanting to disappear. So many of us have carried quiet pain—questions about our worth, our place, our purpose. We don't talk about those moments enough. But maybe we should. This is part of my story. Not to shock, not to explain everything—but to help someone else feel less alone.

Let’s make it okay to speak the hard truths. Let’s be gentler with each other. You never know what someone is carrying.