Murder My Misery: Self-discovery through Christ.

About Me

The messy, honest backstory behind my fight for hope, healing, and a Christ-centered life.

A small, dimly lit bedroom corner featuring an unmade charcoal gray bed, the blanket twisted like a stormy sea, and a bedside table holding a closed, matte-black Bible with a silver cross embossed on the cover. Next to it sits a flickering, half-burned candle dripping wax down a glass jar, and an untouched cup of cold coffee leaving a faint ring. The only light source is the candle and a sliver of cool moonlight leaking through partially closed blinds, casting striped shadows across the wall. Shot from a slightly elevated angle in photographic realism, the composition uses strong contrasts between warm candle glow and cold blue tones to capture loneliness, exhaustion, and the quiet reach toward Christ in the middle of insomnia and anxiety.
A worn leather-bound Bible lies open on a rough, dark wooden table, its thin pages slightly curled and underlined in deep blue ink, with a single black feather resting between the chapters of Psalms. Around it, scattered handwritten journal pages show raw, shaky script and tear-stained edges. A single metal cross necklace, tarnished and scratched, coils beside the book. Cold, diffused window light falls from the left, leaving half the scene in shadow and half in soft illumination, emphasizing texture and imperfection. Photographic realism at eye-level, with a shallow depth of field that blurs the distant background into darkness, creating a somber yet hopeful atmosphere of wrestling faith and mental anguish.

My Battle, His Grace

This space is my honest, unfiltered journal of wrestling with intense emotions—anxiety, anger, and the depression that often follows—while learning to bring every bit of it to Jesus. Here I’m stumbling forward in faith, discovering that even when I feel completely dysregulated and lost, Christ meets me in the mess and patiently teaches me a new way to live.

My story