Some truths leave wounds. Some truths set us free. This memoir traces the space between love and absence, hope and despair, longing and release. It's the unfiltered aftermath of naming what can't be silenced: the grief that lingers, the boundaries we carve, the friendships and faith that carry us, and the quiet courage it takes to stand in our own light. Vulnerable, introspective, and real, these pages hold the unspoken weight of living after the truth-and the reckoning that follows.

This memoir is about love that never found a home, bonds that bruise but never break, and the invisible threads tying us to family-both chosen and born into. It's the ache of giving love that goes unseen, the ghosts of first loves that shape us, and the quiet strength of holding onto hope amid heartbreak. These are stories of loyalty, loss, and longing-the raw, messy truths of being deeply seen, deeply missed, and fiercely connected. These pages hold fierce love, unbearable loss, and the kind of ties that grip you tight-no matter how hard you try to break free.

For anyone still holding on when hope feels like a weight too heavy to carry. These are raw, unfiltered letters from the space between faith and fear, longing and letting go. It's about surviving heartbreak, frustration, and burnout-not with perfect answers, but with messy, honest truth. If you're tired of fake optimism and want something real-something that speaks to the ache of a worn-out heart still daring to believe-this is for you. Warning: This isn't light reading. It's emotional grit and soul-deep healing.

I've always used writing as a way to release the chaos in my mind, a way to process and understand my feelings. I never thought much of it, until one day, he told me something I never expected to hear. He said, "You were always very good at writing. Anything I read of yours, you always had the ability to make me feel what you were feeling through your words." Those words stayed with me, and I realized, for the first time, that my words had the power to connect and heal people, to make them feel the depth of my experience. It made me look at my writing differently-more purposefully. And so, this memoir begins with the Letters to the Love I Outgrew-not just as a collection of thoughts, but as an invitation to feel what I felt.