
21/07/2025
“Darkness Was My Teacher”
The light in me exists because I dared to befriend the dark.
There were seasons where I felt completely undone—where the scaffolding of who I thought I had to be crumbled around me.
Anger. Shame. Deep grief.
Not emotions I was taught to welcome.
But they came anyway. Loud. Heavy. Unrelenting.
I used to think healing meant rising above them.
But what saved me… was the descent.
To sit in the discomfort.
To let the tears come.
To stop performing resilience and instead fall—softly—into truth.
Today, book in hand, I’m not just reading—I’m remembering.
That every soul journey begins not with fixing what’s broken, but by listening to what’s hurting.
And when we do, we don’t just find peace.
We find our power.