In a world that constantly moves, I’ve learned the importance of honoring those in my life by giving them my full presence. This means not only showing love and appreciation but also reciprocating the energy they give me, whether it’s support, kindness, or simply understanding. By doing this, I’m reminded to give myself grace and nurture the well-being I need to keep moving forward.
Growing up, I didn’t always have examples of what it meant to feel honored or supported. My biological father was never in my life, and I’ve only seen him once in person. Our few online conversations lacked the connection I craved. My mother did everything she could, but as a married single mom, she carried burdens far heavier than anyone should. Her husband, though present in title, was absent in every other way—unable to be there for her or me because of his own struggles.
My childhood was a mix of resilience and heartache. Lacking resources was hard enough, but I also endured severe abuse from peers. Their words and actions left marks deeper than I can articulate here. I was the sweet, quiet girl they could exploit, and the things I went through were more than anyone should ever bear.
This upbringing shaped me, but it did not define me. I’ve had to unlearn harmful patterns and find strength in the person I’ve become. Self-care, for me, is not just a luxury—it’s an act of survival, healing, and growth.
Prayer and journaling have become lifelines. They ground me during moments of uncertainty and help me process the pain I’ve carried. When I pray, I feel my heart soften and my mind center. When I journal, I give myself permission to let go, to feel, and to heal. Nature, too, has played its role, offering me a sanctuary where I can find peace in the stillness and reconnect with God’s creation.
Although I am a Christian woman, raised in the Catholic tradition, I’ve been deeply moved by the structure and discipline I see in Islam. With Muslim family members and friends, I’ve witnessed how their faith provides them with a foundation for thriving. Their strict and intentional lifestyles, coupled with their deep understanding of the importance of family, inspire me. It’s a reminder of the power of living with purpose and conviction, something I strive to embody in my own life and faith.
A significant shift in my journey has been stepping away from secular music. It wasn’t an easy decision, but it was necessary. The space it has created in my mind has allowed me to focus on meaningful and calming influences. It’s one of many ways I’ve chosen to prioritize my peace over noise.
I’ve also opened myself up to learning from others. Different lives, religions, and customs all have something valuable to offer, and I’ve found that this openness enriches my spiritual growth. It’s taught me the beauty of honoring others while also honoring myself.
Writing these reflections down helps me stay grounded in a fast-paced world. It reminds me to pause, breathe, and give myself permission to just be. My past has shaped me, but it no longer controls me. Each step forward is a way of reclaiming my peace, my joy, and my story.
Tu Paz: A Journey of Faith and Healing 