Four years ago, I stood on a stage with nothing but a trembling heart and a truth I could no longer keep inside.
I was supposed to share a neat, prepared talk about the journal I had created after my mom passed away.
But life wasn’t neat then.
I was in the middle of heartbreak.
A season I didn’t choose.
A silence I didn’t want.
A loss that reshaped everything.
So I crumpled the notes I had prepared and spoke from the heart instead.
It wasn’t polished.
But it was real.
And that night, something awakened in me.
I remembered what it felt like to be the girl who smiled to survive —
the girl who stayed quiet to keep the peace,
the girl who betrayed her own heart just to feel loved.
That girl had something to say.
Not because she had answers — but because she knew what it was like to live without them.
Since then, life has unfolded in a thousand unexpected ways.
More grief.
More rebuilding.
More healing.
More surrender.
And now — after all this time — I feel ready again.
Not to perform.
Not to prove anything.
But to write from a place of peace.
Because healing doesn’t always shout.
Sometimes it takes years of quiet journaling, whispered prayers, and choosing to believe you’re still worthy of love.
So if you’ve ever silenced your story out of fear —
If you’re in the middle of a season you didn’t ask for —
Let me tell you what I wish someone had told me:
You’re not alone.
You still have a voice.
And maybe… just maybe… it’s time to use it again.
A Question to Journal On:
Have you silenced your story out of fear?
What would it look like to share it from a healed heart instead of a hurting one?
A Prayer for the Brave Heart:
Dear God,
Thank You for staying with me in every season — even the silent, shattered ones.
Thank You for meeting me when I had no words, and still using my story for Your glory.
Give me the courage to write, to speak, to live with tenderness and truth.
Let someone feel less alone because I didn’t stay silent.
Amen.
With peace and purpose,
Worthy
