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Finding My Voice

For most of my life, I told everyone else’s stories—raised a family, supported friends, helped wherever I could. But somewhere along the way, I forgot how to hear my own voice.

Starting this blog felt like opening a long-sealed journal. Awkward at first, but deeply freeing. I don’t write because I have it all figured out. I write because I’m finally ready to say, “This is who I am.”