Deconstructing the Rapture Series “Not because I was trying to abandon faith,but because I had finally been given permission to ask what I had always felt.” Deconstructing the Pentecostal Apostolic Christianity I was raised in revealed something unexpected:I was always a deep thinker.A critical thinker.An empathetic soul.Someone who tried to understand others—sometimes to a fault….

To Heal To heal is to feel the trauma of my five-year-old self.To weep for her stolen innocence.To grieve a loss that was never fully understood. To heal is to hold her hand in the darkest night,to guide her safely back to her own bed.To lay beside her,to protect herfrom the faceless shadow man standing…

🌿 Morning Reflection – June 10, 2025 – Bitter Tea At the end of this week, it will be two weeks of drinking my bitter tea. Every morning, I steep a blend of wormwood, black walnut hull, and cloves. The first time I brewed it, the bitterness shocked me—I could barely swallow it. It was…

This reflection is part of my personal healing archive—a remembering of what came before the unraveling. Before the ache of being left,before the unraveling,there was wholeness. I was five years old and my world was perfect—because my mother was my world.My everything.I had her all to myself.We shared a bed, as there was no crib,because…

The Quiet Knowing Written as a Companion piece to The Glimpse May 7, 2025 There was a moment—brief as breath—when I caught a glimpse of somethingjust beyond my naming. It wasn’t God, exactly.Not the One I had been told to fear.Not the One who required sufferingto prove my love. But something vast.Still.Wild.Like the hush that…

What a Rejection Letter Taught Me About Arrival June 3, 2025 | theunraveling.ca I got my very first rejection letter from a literary journal today—and I couldn’t stop smiling. That sentence might sound strange to anyone who’s ever poured their soul into a piece of writing. But for me, it felt like a kind of…

Shadowman You are a looming shadow—no face, no name,but I’ve felt you breathe on my face.Your wheezing seared into my brainYour words not heard. You stood at my door,and I learned to be small, invisible. Your shadow stretchedover the entirety of my life.Into classrooms, shyinto church pews, scaredinto the solitude of my own bedroom—no place…

✍️ Welcome to the Journal of My Unraveling Here is where my thoughts gather and find their way into words—sometimes raw, sometimes refined, always real. These entries are tender offerings from my heart to yours: reflections, stories, poems, and quiet moments of becoming. Feel free to wander. Let whatever catches your eye invite you in….

Process Written August 20, 2023 It doesn’t happen in a moment.It happens in moments. When the soul cracks,when the scream is silent,when tears fall backwards into the chest. When there are no words,only shaking. When sleep is no refuge.When memory floods the bodyand drowns it. When you forget who you areand remember everythingthey made you…