Returning to the Roots
After stepping away from Instagram last month, I didn’t realize just how much of a hold it had over me. It wasn’t until I got off that I finally felt how overwhelmed it had been making me — and even more, how disconnected I’d become from the one thing I’ve always loved: writing.
Writing real, honest reflections.
Writing to give others hearts a place to land through my words.
Writing for healing — both mine and yours.
As I’ve been reflecting, I realized the answer wasn’t to disappear completely from the internet (I’ve tried that — it doesn’t usually work well, ha). I left social media in a healthy place. But a week into it, I found myself missing this — the slow, healing rhythm of putting my heart onto a page and offering it freely.
I think, as a highly sensitive, creative person, I struggled for so long because I was trying to build something on a platform that was never designed to feel personal or soul-connected. I would pour my heart into posts or reels — deeply vulnerable things — and yet, in the pace of social media, it felt like those sacred offerings just got lost. And eventually… so did I.
If we’re honest, social media can easily become a place where everything — even the rawest parts of us — start to whisper:
“Am I enough?”
“Tell me I’m doing a good job.”
“Tell me I matter.”
If you’ve never gotten caught up in that, I admire you.
But I know I did — for years. And eventually, it wore me thin.
When I think back to where I first fell in love with writing, it was on a blog.
It was simple.
It was small.
It wasn’t curated to be anything more than what it was — a safe space.
A place where I could be lost and found all at once, where I could tend to my heart and trust that maybe someone else’s hurting heart would find it too.
However, that was in 2011 and I didn’t know who I was back then. I was young, lost, but still — my words were there.
Still — God was tending to my gift, even when I couldn’t see it yet.
The name Ruin to Rise has been living in me since I got my new heart—
What I’ve realized is this:
I’m not meant to constantly create content. I’m meant to write and share it when I do. It’s truly that simple.
So why not Substack, then?
Because — truthfully — it feels like it’s slowly becoming another social media platform.
I don’t want another feed, another scroll, another platform pulling my heart in a hundred directions.
I want a home. I also want to be able to design a pretty website because duh.
Ruin to Rise is that home.
A place outside the noise.
A place I can meet you with slow words and open hands.
A place where rebuilding is sacred, and peace is the goal — not performance.
I’m at a place in my life where I refuse to lose myself again in spaces that aren’t built to hold a heart like mine.
If you’ve read this far, maybe you’re someone like me:
- Someone who needs slow.
- Someone who needs hope.
- Someone whose peace matters more than performance.
- Someone who is still healing, still becoming, still believing in new beginnings.
So here we go.
Returning to the roots.
Returning to the slow rebuild.
Returning to peace.
And this time — I’m staying.
🕊️ More to come, on a chapter I can hardly wait to share.
Ok bye…I love you!!
(But Jesus does even more.)
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