Withdrawing to Meet Myself First.

There is a sacred kind of silence that the world rarely understands. A silence not born out of rejection or coldness, but out of necessity. I withdraw, not from people, not from love, not from connection but from distraction. From the noise that drowns out my own heartbeat. From the constant pull to perform, to respond, to show up everywhere except within myself.

Withdrawal, in this sense, is not isolation. It is restoration. It is choosing to step away long enough to remember who I am when the voices of expectation fall quiet. Because how can I meet anyone fully, honestly, deeply, if I haven’t first met myself? How can I offer my love sincerely if I am estranged from my own soul?

The world teaches us that constant availability equals care, that endless interaction equals love. But the truth is, when we neglect ourselves, our presence with others becomes shallow. We show up, yes, but fractured. We speak, but without clarity. We give, but from an empty well. Withdrawal is not abandonment, it is preparation. It is the tender act of returning home to your own soul before you return to others.

In that quiet, you notice things you had forgotten: the rhythm of your breath, the ache of your body, the dreams you buried beneath busyness, the parts of yourself that need forgiveness and compassion. You meet yourself, the unmasked version, the weary version, the hopeful version. And in that meeting, healing begins.

So if I step back, it is not because I do not care. It is because I care enough to return whole. I withdraw not to escape others, but to embrace myself, so that when I come back to you, I am present, honest, and alive.

💌 Family, I’m so excited to share this with you. My newest book, A Heart Made for Holding, is now published. It’s the first in The Hands that Carry Us Series, and it holds a story so close to my heart, one I know many of you will see yourselves in.

But this isn’t my only work. I’ve also published Somewhere Along the Way, I Stopped Living for Myself and Started Living for the People Who Don’t Even See Me, and The Awakening of Readiness. Each book carries its own heartbeat, one about honesty and heartbreak, the other about stepping into change when your spirit finally feels ready.

And now, with A Heart Made for Holding, we begin a series that will continue with more books to come.

All of these are available right now on Amazon, just search the titles, and you’ll find them there.

For anyone who has ever carried too much, loved in silence, or survived when survival itself felt like defiance, these books are for you.

There is a sacred kind of silence that the world rarely understands. A silence not born out of rejection or coldness, but out of necessity. I withdraw, not from people, not from love, not from connection but from distraction. From the noise that drowns out my own heartbeat. From the constant pull to perform, to respond, to show up everywhere except within myself.

Withdrawal, in this sense, is not isolation. It is restoration. It is choosing to step away long enough to remember who I am when the voices of expectation fall quiet. Because how can I meet anyone fully, honestly, deeply, if I haven’t first met myself? How can I offer my love sincerely if I am estranged from my own soul?

The world teaches us that constant availability equals care, that endless interaction equals love. But the truth is, when we neglect ourselves, our presence with others becomes shallow. We show up, yes, but fractured. We speak, but without clarity. We give, but from an empty well. Withdrawal is not abandonment, it is preparation. It is the tender act of returning home to your own soul before you return to others.

In that quiet, you notice things you had forgotten: the rhythm of your breath, the ache of your body, the dreams you buried beneath busyness, the parts of yourself that need forgiveness and compassion. You meet yourself, the unmasked version, the weary version, the hopeful version. And in that meeting, healing begins.

So if I step back, it is not because I do not care. It is because I care enough to return whole. I withdraw not to escape others, but to embrace myself, so that when I come back to you, I am present, honest, and alive.

💌 Family, I’m so excited to share this with you. My newest book, A Heart Made for Holding, is now published. It’s the first in The Hands that Carry Us Series, and it holds a story so close to my heart, one I know many of you will see yourselves in.

But this isn’t my only work. I’ve also published Somewhere Along the Way, I Stopped Living for Myself and Started Living for the People Who Don’t Even See Me, and The Awakening of Readiness. Each book carries its own heartbeat, one about honesty and heartbreak, the other about stepping into change when your spirit finally feels ready.

And now, with A Heart Made for Holding, we begin a series that will continue with more books to come.

All of these are available right now on Amazon, just search the titles, and you’ll find them there.

For anyone who has ever carried too much, loved in silence, or survived when survival itself felt like defiance, these books are for you.