Posey wasn’t always sure people were safe.

My boys have spent their entire lives being hugged, kissed, squished, and generally inconvenienced by my affection. Trust came naturally to them. Posey had to learn it.

A reflection on rescue dogs, healing, and how love sometimes looks less like fixing and more like patiently waiting for someone to feel safe enough to rest, trust, and be known.

What started as “Secondhand Tan,” a college-apartment-meets-corporate-office situation, and a video conference background that nearly broke me became a cozy, collaborative space built around two repurposed lamps, a fake olive tree, and a little Nikol Fung-sway.

I spent years trying to make room for myself in places I was never meant to fit.

And when He finally led me here—to this home, this peace, this place where I can breathe—I realized He had been making room for me all along.

I spent years fighting to be seen — in marriage, at work, and in all the places where I thought proving my worth would make me matter more. But some things were never mine to carry.