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🕯️ About the Castle I am the castle. These halls creak with memory. Some walls have wept. Some still do. Each room you enter here each piece of writing—is something I couldn’t keep inside any longer. My thoughts live like dust in the corners. My stories breathe through the cracks. You’re not just reading… you’re wandering through me. You’ll find: Diary pages dressed up as poems Holy things broken and glittering on the floor Flirty whispers tucked between grief There is pain here. But there is also hope. Somewhere between the ache and the softness, the candle never quite goes out. If you’ve come looking for something quiet and real—welcome. I won’t give you answers. I’ll give you rooms. Some may be locked. Some might know your name. Stay a little while. Or longer.

  • So…

    I heard that BLOGS are not “in” anymore.

    I don’t care.

    I love that I can pour my soul

    and then look back at them.

    Makes me smile.

  • U G L Y

    You see mostly everyone on their social media post only the beauty but not the ugly?

    Yeah me too.

    But today I cried ugly. My husband asked why I was crying and I couldn’t give him an answer. I didn’t know why I was crying- still don’t.

    Ok I don’t have a point to this story.

    I just wanted to share with you a little bit of ugly.

  • Hi, can we talk?

    I have so many goals and dreams. I just…

    BRB

  • Why Halloween?

    The reason why I love Halloween season has nothing to do with dressing up nor with seeking the thrill of being scared.

    When I was six years old my father left my mother with three young girls. Being the oldest of the three I felt a heavy responsibility, Halloween was the day that I could distract my mind. Halloween was the first “holiday” of the holidays that ended the year.

    At the time my mom’s younger sisters were teenagers and they made Halloween an event we would never forget and haven’t forgotten. We were their little dolls, our aunts would dress us up in all kinds of costumes. They would hype Halloween so much I can still remember the scent around the house, I can still remember the energy and the emotion that filled the halls of the house. That one day, October 31st was usually the day I would be free from missing my father, I didn’t have any worry other than worrying if I was going to have plenty of room in my bag for candy.

    Year after year Halloween became a delightful chocolate truffle I enjoyed.

    Today as an adult I am chasing after that Halloween high. I seek the same scent, the energy and the emotion I  had when I was little.

  • It’s Time

    We don’t know anything about time.

    When people say, “oh it’s perfect timing“-they mean …

    that whatever happened at the time it happened, happened at a time that was convenient for them not even aware of God’s timing.

    God’s time seems not so perfect to us as humans, but it is PERFECT and it is the GREATEST time of all.

    I now look at my life and see that everything fell into place at God’s perfect time. I did throw some tantrums here and there because I thought God didn’t know what He was doing.

    All though this is not the end I cannot help but rejoice that I haven’t taken time into my own hands.
    At a perfect time I traveled, I have found the man of my dreams and after a couple of careers I finally found the career I enjoy.

    P.S.

    Between you and I, being a step mom is wonderful BUT I am relying on God’s perfect timing to have a child of my own.