MY STORY

When I was 14, my English teacher gave us an assignment that changed my life.

It was the first time I wrote an original poem. His encouragement inspired me to continue writing. As I grew, I continued to journal, to read, and to allow my creativity to take shape. I will always be grateful to him for that. 

Like a moth to a flame, I have always been drawn to words. They are my sanctuary. The moniker ‘mothjournal14’ signifies the beginning.

For over three decades, I’ve bled words onto countless pages. Filling countless journals. Scribbles, really. From the soul of an aspiring poet. A dreamer. A sometimes broken soul. Never once have I considered stopping.

In 2018, that pull to share my journey became even stronger.

It was that year that I entered the hospital for the long-overdue treatment I needed. An eating disorder and alcoholism had plagued me most of my adult life. That decision saved me in every way that matters. I give God all the glory for my healing. Grateful for His mercy and strength as I continue my recovery journey.

It was also in October of that same year that my home in the Florida Panhandle experienced the destruction and devastation of Hurricane Michael. Barely six months into my recovery journey, my family and I were facing the daunting task of rebuilding our lives, literally. However, as He had been with me throughout my treatment, God was with me during the storm and its aftermath. His constant presence strengthened my faith and reaffirmed my conviction to persevere.

My poetry is a reflection of the faith, hope, and love that live within me and the gratitude with which I praise God for His unconditional love and mercy.

One day, our daughters will find all these scribbles and be comforted by my words. That is my hope anyway. That they know how much I love them and that, above all else, my faith sustained me through every storm.