A Journey of Self-Expression In a world that often feels rushed and overwhelming, I’ve come to cherish the quiet, sacred spaces where I can reconnect with myself. Journaling has always been one of those spaces, a refuge I first discovered as a young girl, pen in hand, heart wide open. Over the years, it’s helped me navigate love, loss, motherhood, reinvention, and healing. But as my heart has grown through seasons of change, another form of self-expression has gently taken root and flourished: painting. Painting, for me, isn’t about perfection or even planning, it’s about feeling. It’s become a powerful extension of my journal, a visual language that captures what sometimes feels too raw or layered for words alone. Whether I’m experimenting with watercolor or building up textures in mixed media, each brushstroke carries pieces of my story, grief, hope, strength, surrender. One painting, in particular, emerged after a heartbreak that shook the foundation of a six-year relationship. The ...