Why I Had to Break Before I Became

There’s this idea floating around that healing looks like candles, crystals, journaling, and spa days.

I bought into that for a while. I thought healing was aesthetic. Pretty. Predictable.

But let me tell you something real—healing broke me before it ever rebuilt me.

Before I became HER—whole, healed, and honest—I had to be stripped.
Stripped of the pride that made me try to fix everything on my own.
Stripped of the masks I wore to prove I was okay when I was falling apart inside.
Stripped of the plans I made outside the will of God.

I hit rock bottom.
And it was holy ground.

Because it was there—when the finances failed, when the relationship broke, when the brand collapsed—that God did His greatest work. Not around me. Not for me. But in me.

This blog isn’t a highlight reel. It’s not where I post polished perfection.
It’s where I share the process. The unmasking. The rebuilding. The real-time redemption.

If you’re in your own demolition season, let this be your reminder:

You don’t have to have it all together. You just have to surrender.

God doesn’t bless who we pretend to be.
He blesses the woman willing to be undone in His presence.

So welcome to the journey.
Let’s become HER—together.