After high school, that changed. Most people around me encouraged me to go to college and pursue a “real” career. I became busy with classes, assignments, and the pressure of building a life that made sense to everyone else. Writing slowly slipped into the background, and eventually, I stopped altogether. I focused on new things, new goals, and new expectations.

Years later, God brought my writing back.

That’s when I realized something powerful: I didn’t need a degree to be a writer. I didn’t need permission, credentials, or validation. All I needed was willingness and obedience. The gift had already been placed inside me — it just needed my yes.

College, for me, was about pleasing others.
My book was about pleasing God and myself.

And in choosing to write again, I didn’t just return to words — I returned to who I was always meant to be.