There was a time I thought I needed him to see me—to validate my worth, to understand my heart, to apologize for the ways he hurt me. But healing has a funny way of whispering truth through the quietest moments. Sometimes it comes not in the return of what we longed for, but in the final release of what we never truly needed.
He said cruel things to me. Words meant to reduce, dismiss, and dehumanize. And for a moment, they stung like hell. But then something deeper settled in—clarity.
I didn’t need his apology. I needed mine.
I didn’t need him to see me. I needed me to see me.
And I do now. I see the woman who walked through the fire of confusion, trauma bonds, and spiritual warfare. I see the mother who held it all together when her heart was breaking. I see the creator who turned her pain into prose and her heartbreak into healing for others.
This summer has been a season of full-circle moments.
My daughter is home again after time away.
My body feels strong.
My boundaries feel solid.
And my memoir—I Was the One I Was Waiting For—is finally out in the world.
It’s more than a book. It’s a reckoning. A reclamation. A resurrection of every part of me that I once silenced or gave away in the name of love.
Even now, I know he's still watching from behind the scenes. He can’t engage, but he sees me.
And while the old version of me might have shrunk or stayed silent… this version?
She writes.
She glows.
She posts anyway.
So here I am—unapologetically visible.
No more hoping. No more checking. No more shrinking.
I don’t need to be seen by him.
Because I’m finally seen by me.
📚 I Was the One I Was Waiting For is now available worldwide in paperback and Kindle.
Narrated by me, the audiobook is coming soon.
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