Hi, I’m Meagan

Hello, kindred spirits.

Welcome to this quiet corner of the internet—a space born from years of reflection, healing, and the slow, sacred process of becoming.

Writing has been my lifeline. A place to breathe when the world felt too loud. A way to make meaning out of the mess. It’s where I go to remember who I am, to make peace with the past, and to remind myself (and maybe you, too) that we are not alone in the unraveling.

I didn’t set out to become a writer. I just started listening—to the questions that wouldn’t go away, the ache that wanted a name, the still, small voice inside me that whispered: there’s more.

So here I am—just a pen-and-paper journaler turned keyboard sharer, with a heart full of stories and poems—writing not just to be heard, but to connect. To offer something honest in a world that moves too fast. To say: this is where I’ve been. Maybe you’ve been there too.

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What to Expect Here

This space is tender and real, just like life. Here, you’ll find:

• Poetry that speaks from the soul—words that rise from quiet moments, midnight reckonings, and the ache of healing.
• Personal narratives about my own journey through childhood trauma, motherhood, faith deconstruction, and becoming whole.
• Reflections on things that matter—love, truth, identity, the unseen threads that shape us, and the brave act of living with intention.
• Unpolished honesty. I won’t pretend to have all the answers. But I’ll show up with my questions, and maybe they’ll echo yours.

I write to remember, to release, to rebuild. And I share these words in case they meet you right where you are—in the mess, the mystery, or the quiet joy of becoming.

So may these words be a soft place to land,
a quiet light for the road you’re on.

With heart,
Meagan

A New Beginning

I believe we each carry a story—a lived truth shaped by love, loss, longing, and becoming.
Mine isn’t polished or perfect, but it’s real. And through writing, I give it breath.

This blog is where I lay down the threads of memory and meaning,
where I shape poems and narratives from the raw material of life.
Not to impress or perform, but to connect—
to spark something honest in you,
to remind us both that our stories matter,
and that there’s beauty even in the unraveling.

Thank you for being here.
May you find something true, something kind, something yours.
Feel free to wander—explore whatever catches your eye, whatever calls to your heart.

Like many, I experienced moments of doubt and uncertainty when I first embarked on this writing journey. I questioned whether my words held any significance, whether they would resonate with others or simply vanish into the vast expanse of the internet. But as I delved deeper into the craft, I discovered a truth that forever changed my perspective.

Written Reverence

Writing, for me, has never just been about the words—
it’s been about the reaching.
The way one sentence can echo in another’s heart.
The way shared truth can build a quiet bridge between strangers.

It began with a pen and a notebook,
a need to make sense of joy, ache, memory, and longing.
And somewhere along the way,
I realized that what I was writing wasn’t just mine anymore.

Each word became a way to say,
you’re not alone.
Each page, a small offering to the collective becoming.

In a world that often moves too fast,
writing slows me down—
asks me to notice,
to remember,
to connect.

And if these words find you where you are,
if they stir something soft or strong inside you,
then we’ve met in the most human of ways.