Trying to get a degree was one of the most challenging seasons of my life. It was stressful, overwhelming, and at times even depressing. I remember taking online classes and feeling drained because everything felt rigid and controlled. I had zero creative freedom—I had to write about what they wanted, how they wanted it, and within their rules.
- Posted on March 6, 2026
But writing my book was the complete opposite. It was fun, freeing, healing, and confidence-boosting. For the first time, I had full creative control. I could write from my heart, share my truth, and create something meaningful in my own voice.
Looking back, maybe those academic experiences weren’t in vain. At the time, I planned to get a degree in human services. Human services is all about justice and the welfare of others—helping people, advocating, and bringing awareness to real issues.
When I think about it now, that same passion shows up in my writing. I just express it through books and storytelling instead of a traditional career path.
Maybe those classes were simply the catalyst that helped shape me into the writer I am today. Sometimes the path changes, but the purpose stays the same.