I used to think people blamed too much on social media. Then I realized I wasn't separating real life from what I saw online either. Somewhere between the endless scrolling, comparison, and constant need for stimulation, I stopped looking up. This is a reflection on what ten years behind a screen has quietly taken from me, and what I'm hoping to get back.

Just sharing some of my craziest customer service experiences because working with the public is actually insane sometimes. Hope you enjoy reading these!

This post is my testimony about my battle with anxiety, the moments I felt like I was losing myself, and how my faith and determination helped me get through it.

We’re so quick to judge strangers for being different, yet rarely stop to wonder what it feels like to be on the receiving end. Maybe kindness should speak louder than our assumptions.

Sometimes I wonder how you’re doing these days. If you’ve ever had someone from your past that still finds their way into your thoughts at the most random times, this post might resonate with you.

I’m not the best singer. I’m not the funniest person in the room. I’m not building a multimillion-dollar empire or setting trends. But maybe my purpose was never meant to be measured by applause. Maybe it’s something quieter. Maybe it’s simply learning to fully embrace the person God already created me to be.

I used to dream of being a grown-up and getting to do whatever I wanted. Now I’m 22, sitting on my couch, missing the days I really did get to do whatever I wanted.

You were your own person before him, and you can be your own person after him. This post explores how to recognize respect, demand it, and never settle for less than you deserve. It’s for every woman ready to live fully—on her own terms.

This post is about the person I reach for when life feels too heavy, and how that relationship is pushing me to learn how to stand on my own. It also gives some insight into why I named this blog Still Calling My Mom.