I don’t sing because I’m happy; I sing because I have something to say
— Mahalia Jackson

Welcome back to Treasurable Life, where I give it to you raw and honest. Today, I return not just to speak, but to set truth on fire.

That’s not just art it’s a reflection of my soul. It’s the moment pain becomes power, when the silence is shattered by a voice born of suffering, healing, and resilience. The stained glass in the background whispers of history and heartbreak, but the fire flowing from her body? That’s liberation. That’s divine. That’s me.

We often silence ourselves to survive. But I’m done whispering.
I am here.
I am unapologetic.
And my truth? It sings.

Whether I’m reflecting on trauma, healing through grief, or standing boldly in my light, know this: my voice is rooted in experience, watered by tears, and now blooming in strength.

So come in close, because I have more to share real stories, deep truths, and messages that will not be muffled. If you’re ready for raw healing, unfiltered honesty, and the beauty of walking through fire without being consumed, then you’ve found your place.

The Fire in My Throat”

I was born in silence,
Taught to swallow screams,
But fire doesn’t sit still
It burns through dreams.

They told me to hush,
So I sang instead,
Each note a confession
The broken never said.

I’m not just a voice
I’m a storm in the sky.
I don’t ask for permission
I rise. I cry. I fly.

But if I say, ‘I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,’
his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”
— Jeremiah 20:9 (NIV)

This isn’t just a blog
It’s a sanctuary for the silenced.
It’s where pain finds purpose,
Where survival becomes testimony,
And where every scar tells a sacred story.

So if your voice has been buried…
If your truth has been ignored…
If your fire has been dimmed…

Come sit with me.
Come speak with me.
Come rise with me.

This is Treasurable Life
where healing has a heartbeat,
truth has a tongue,
and we don’t whisper anymore… we roar.