I don’t think anyone truly understands mental health struggles until they’ve lived through them. There’s just no way you could. People ask, “How can you love Jesus and still have anxiety or feel depressed?” Honestly, it’s something I’m still trying to figure out every single day. But here’s what I do know: I’m meant to help people, to be a light, and to share my story.
Welcome to my blog.
Every Sunday, I’ll share something new — a story, a testimony, or simply whatever the Lord places on my heart. I want to be vulnerable, honest, and hopefully a source of comfort for those walking through similar seasons. Thank you for being here. My prayer is that Milk and Honey Club inspires you.
I still remember my very first panic attack. I was 14 years old, spending the week at my dad’s house. That entire summer, anxiety lingered like a shadow. Every small bump, discoloration, strange feeling, or random ache sent me into spiraling panic. I went on multiple beach trips that year and refused to try anything new or eat fish. Looking back, I can’t pinpoint the moment I grew out of that season. And it’s not that I haven’t struggled with anxiety over the last six years — I have — but nothing compared to the summer of 2019… until this past September.
This time was worse than ever. I was states away from my family, feeling hopeless, terrified, and convinced I would never make it through. I dreaded waking up each morning because I knew anxiety would consume my entire day. I quit my full-time job and barely left my house unless absolutely necessary. And even when I did, I was miserable.
In the midst of all the ER visits, medication changes, hopelessness, therapy sessions, pain, confusion, and sadness, I kept asking God, “Why me? Why am I going through this?”
Since I was a little girl — back when YouTube makeup gurus were everything — I always had this feeling that I’d one day have some kind of platform. And I knew I wanted to use it for good. I started posting on TikTok, and I’m so grateful to have grown to over 60,000 followers. That may seem small to some people, but to me, it’s 60,000 souls I get to encourage, speak to, and share my testimony with.
One day, I came across Exodus 3:8, and God reminded me that He is bringing me into the land of milk and honey — that there is sweetness in every season. He will turn this for good. There is a reason I’m walking through this. That’s how Milk and Honey Club was born. I wanted my followers to feel like it wasn’t just a brand, but a movement — something they could belong to as well.
I don’t know exactly what God has planned for Milk and Honey Club, but I trust that He has a purpose. Thank you for being here. It truly means the world to me.
As for my mental health, I’m not fully healed yet, but I am nowhere near where I was. All glory to God.
Talk to you next Sunday. 🤍🍯