Years later, after releasing my book 📕, I felt that same vulnerability. I had exposed my deepest truths, my most private struggles, for the world to see. I was embarrassed, worried about judgment, and afraid of being misunderstood.

But then I realized something: writing, like peeing, is natural. Peeing releases toxins from the body and brings relief. Writing releases the weight of secrets and pain from the soul. Once I shared my story, I felt lighter, freer, no longer carrying the heaviness inside me.

And just like in preschool, I wasn’t alone. My co-author and God comforted me, reminding me it’s okay to be human, to be vulnerable, to release what I’ve been holding.

Releasing my story didn’t make me weak—it made me whole. And maybe, like preschool accidents, it’s a reminder that sometimes the most human moments bring the greatest relief.