I grew up watching emotional chaos play out in my home—loud fights, quiet punishments, and the heavy silence that followed. Years later, when my own world started to fall apart, I had a choice: repeat the cycle or rewrite the story. This is how I chose my little person—and myself.

I was hurting—angry, confused, and betrayed. But in that pain, God met me in the pages of a Bible gifted at just the right time. Through a single letter and one small verse, I began learning what grace really looked like… even when it made no sense to offer it.

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.