turning pain
to purpose

      or years, I kept silent. I had no voice, and I believed I never would. Staying quiet felt like a way to protect myself, but over time, silence became a heavy burden. It turned into shame, self-doubt, and anger. I didn’t realize it at the time, but by swallowing my discomfort,
I was losing pieces of myself.
I began to believe my voice didn’t matter

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Then, with the help of a therapist, she challenged me to paint my pain. Through the strokes of the brush,
I could express what my voice couldn’t. Art became my voice. In the creative process, I could speak my truth in ways words didn’t allow.

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Now, I know that speaking up isn’t always about making a loud noise or raising a fuss. It’s about saying what’s true for you, even when it’s hard. It’s about using your voice to honor your feelings and protect your peace and self respect.

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​My voice matters. Your voice matters. Your stories matter. Join me as I
embark on my
new passion project.

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