There was a time when I felt deeply rejected, misunderstood, broken by betrayal, and overwhelmed by grief. In that dark space, I cried out to God, and He answered, not with loud answers, but with gentle whispers and sacred instructions. He led me to gather the words He had once spoken over my life, and with trembling hands, I placed them on my very first vision board.

That act became more than just creativity; it became a form of healing. Piece by piece, promise by promise, He began restoring me. Through that vision board, I saw myself again. Whole. Called. Loved. And from that moment, I knew this wasn’t just for me, it was the beginning of the work He had called me to do. Today, I create and hold space for others to heal, dream, and rediscover their voice, just as I did.