Compliments felt like lies. Kindness made me squirm. I share how shame distorted love—and how healing started when I began to receive the truth without running.

I once idolized my husband—then resented him. This post explores the fallout of unrealistic expectations, projection, and the healing power of respect and love.

Culture tells women to look like supermodels, and the mirror often reinforces that lie. But God’s truth cuts through distortion—we’re not outcasts.

I never quite fit at home, at school, or in my own skin. As a first-gen Lebanese-American, I carried shame and the deep ache of not belonging anywhere.

Childhood wounds shape how we see ourselves. This post reflects on how a broken father-daughter dynamic affected my self-worth and ability to believe in love.

This blog is a space for Catholic women seeking healing, clarity, and truth. We’ll explore marriage, faith, and self-worth—brick by brick, bread by bread.