What happens when the beliefs that once shaped your identity begin to unravel? In this post, I share the personal story behind a poem that explores faith, deconstruction, and the journey to rebuild a sense of self after spiritual loss.

People often mistake my stillness for coldness. But being autistic means my emotions live deep beneath the surface—far from the assumptions made at a glance. Here in My Words is a poem about peeling back the armor, expressing what’s too easily overlooked, and showing up fully—on the page, if not always in person.

In the quiet aftermath of my divorce, depression crept in like an unwelcome guest, uninvited but relentless. Some days, I couldn’t move. Other days, I wrote through the fog just to remind myself I was still here. In this post, I share the story behind my poem “Unwelcome” - a reflection on what it means to sit with pain, and how writing became my way of surviving it. If you’ve ever felt the darkness arrive unannounced, this is for you.

After a nearly 20-year hiatus from poetry, I found myself in the depths of emotional despair, disconnected from myself and my creativity and unsure how to move forward. Then one day, I picked up a pen. What came out wasn't planned, polished, or perfect. It was honest. This post shares the very first poem I wrote after all that time, and how writing became a ritual of self-rescue, faith, and healing.