Lately, I’ve struggled to find the words. I wanted to write, but every time I tried, nothing felt right. Life has been heavy. Things have felt…off.

But in the middle of that, God has been pressing on my heart. And so has kindness.

Whenever I think about kindness, I think about Jesus. And when I think about Jesus, I can’t help but think about how much I want to be like Him. The way He loved. The way He forgave. The way He carried compassion for people, even in a broken world.

From what I’ve read so far, that’s all God really asks of us—to follow His example.

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Now, I’ll be honest. These last few weeks I’ve fallen off with my Bible reading and even with taking care of myself. Depression has weighed on me. Social media didn’t help—it felt like my feed turned into an endless stream of loss, violence, and heartbreak. And when you’re already carrying your own pain, it’s overwhelming.

I used to dream of being a content creator. I thought I’d be further by now. I studied, I tried the trends, I did what others were doing. And for a while, I was getting good at it. But the more I tried to fit into what everyone else was doing, the more I felt like it wasn’t for me. Eventually, I didn’t just stop creating—I gave up on myself.

But here’s the thing: I love spreading joy. I love kindness. I love the way it feels to know you made someone’s day a little lighter just by showing love. That’s not small—that’s powerful.

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“Kindness isn’t small—it’s powerful”

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Jesus said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” And when you really sit with that, you realize something:

You can’t love your neighbor if you don’t know how to love yourself.

That’s where healing begins—when you take the time to understand who you are, when you learn to love yourself without guilt. Because once you do that, loving others isn’t so hard.

We can’t fake love. We’re human. We’re not perfect. But that’s not the point. Life isn’t perfect either. Healing is a process of learning who you are, taking what you know, and doing something with it.

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This is about spirit.

My spirit.

And my spirit is telling me: I’m not done.

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“My spirit is telling me: I’m not done”

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I will create again. I will share joy again. Maybe I can’t give a timeline, but I can make this promise: I will not give up.

Because I believe empathy matters.

Because I believe kindness matters.

Because I believe love still matters.

And because I believe that walking like Jesus is still possible.

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