I finally did the thing I once believed I would never do—I wrote a book about my life. A book about the trauma I’ve endured, the pain I’ve carried, and the things I’ve overcome.

Putting your deepest wounds onto paper for the world to read is not easy. It means exposing your most vulnerable moments to interpretation, judgment, and misunderstanding. And there are many of those moments within these pages.

To write this book, I had to revisit every experience that genuinely broke me—and yet, in many ways, shaped me into who I am today. I’m not perfect. I’m not where I want to be. I’m not even fully who, where, or what God is calling me to be. But woven throughout these pages are the life-changing seasons that steadily drew me closer and closer to Him.

Devoted To Her: The Journey to Wholeness was never just about healing for me. Healing addresses wounds, but wholeness transforms the soul. I didn’t just want to be healed—I wanted to be made whole. And only God can do that. This book is a reflection of the journey He and I are walking together.

Below is an excerpt from the book. It’s only the introduction, but I wanted to share it with you. If you feel led to order a copy, you’ll find the link below.

I hope you enjoy this glimpse into Devoted To Her: The Journey to Wholeness.

Introduction

   The wounded healer is more than just a theory—it’s a calling. Coined by psychologist Carl Jung, the concept suggests that those who have endured suffering are uniquely equipped to guide others toward healing. Their wounds become a source of wisdom, empathy, and purpose. They don’t just heal themselves; they become instruments of healing for others.  

The Bible speaks directly to this truth in 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (NKJV): 

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”

   I see myself as that wounded healer. My life has been marked by pain—moments that shattered me, leaving me to gather the broken pieces repeatedly. For years, I believed I was trapped in a cycle of defeat, until I realized something profound: the breaking wasn’t meant to destroy me; it was meant to shape me. Every wound, every setback, every dark season wasn’t just suffering—it was preparation. Preparation to strengthen me, teach me, and lead me to an encounter with God that would change everything. And through that transformation, I discovered my purpose: to help others heal.  

   I now understand that my pain was never just about me. God was using it to equip me, to refine me, and to position me to help others break free. Isaiah 61:1 (NKJV) declares this very mission:  

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me, because the Lord has anointed Me to preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound.”

   I always knew I had a book in me. I just never imagined it would be this one. I’ve been writing my whole life, always choosing fiction because it was easier to create a new reality than to face my own. My thoughts have often been dark, hidden, too raw to share—things I assumed no one would want to hear. But now, I see that my story isn’t just about me. It’s about every person who has ever felt broken, lost, or beyond redemption.  

   I wanted to write a book that would offer something I desperately needed throughout my life: hope. Hope that even in the deepest pain, there is healing on the other side. Hope that the version of ourselves we long to become is waiting for us, cheering us on, reminding us that survival isn’t just possible—it’s necessary.  

   Because when we heal, we don’t just heal for ourselves—we heal for those who need us to lead the way.  

   I’ve had my fair share of low points in my life, but nothing compared to April 2019 when I was diagnosed with cancer. My whole world came crashing down around me, and I felt like I was living someone else’s life—one I wanted to give back so badly but couldn’t. In June 2019, they removed the 7 cm tumor, and my life continued to change. I fell into a very dark place, and it took months to pull myself out of the muck. I won the battle but was left with many scars, both physically and mentally. During that time, I felt afraid, helpless, and alone. If being in an abusive relationship and coming from a broken home teaches you anything, it’s how to survive—and that’s what I did. Then came the second diagnosis in 2021, and that’s when I knew something had to change. Life had to be about more than just surviving.

   As I was called and commissioned by God to write this book, (because let’s be real, I didn’t want to drudge up my past and relive it with each key stroke) I reflected on the things I wanted to share and how I could help the person reading it. To be completely transparent, there were pivotal parts of my life that I originally left out of this book. I feared embarrassment, judgment and retaliation from the demons that would be provoked with each story—what would the people I wrote about say? How will my kids feel? But as a good friend, therapist and woman of God told me, “If you continue to protect the people who hurt you, you’re still in bondage. Who are you helping?” After that gut punch, I took some time to myself and realized she was right. What’s the point of writing a book about God delivering me if I don’t come clean about all He delivered me from?

Revelation 12:11 (NKJV) taught me this, and they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

   When I was at my worst, feeling broken and alone, I wished for someone or something to pull me out of the darkness or, at the very least, to sit with me in it—helping me feel like everything would be alright. I just didn’t want to feel alone. I needed comfort and reassurance or just a small sign letting me know I would make it. What I needed was for someone to lead me to God—the One who heals every part of us.

   The thing about being in a dark place is this: it’s normal to go through bad times. Those experiences strengthen and mature us. We must sit with our feelings for a time to learn about ourselves. Feel everything there is to feel; cry every tear you need to cry—but do not stay in that place. No matter how hard it is, as Sarah Jakes Roberts puts it… GIRL, GET UP!

   As I share my life stories and how I overcame the darkest parts of my life to still see the beauty in every day, I can only hope my words resonate with someone out there.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:5 (NIV)