My supervisor had just given me a supreme revelation, leaving me with a giant task in which I had no idea where to start. I could mention how, from 2010-2013, I tried periodically and failed to write. I put it off because I was discouraged by those around me, unmotivated to write, and had no direction as to which way to go. It’s funny how God will protect your gift and hold off on allowing you to birth it when He knows the time is not right. I was unable to write anything productive during that time, but there was not a day that I can recall the idea that didn’t linger in my mind. That’s how I know it was something meant for me to do.

I’ve seen a lot of dark places… and for so long, even until a few years ago, I never believed I would ever exist without some darkness in my life. I’ve always been (and I am willing to go out on a limb and say, like most WOC) taught to just “live with your circumstances.”

Every day, since that day in March, has been a battle, to say the least. I’ve had to cancel events because I was unsure of what the future would hold for me. Would I have to leave Korea? The good news I'd hear would be shattered by devastating news in the same breath. Obstacles kept appearing from everywhere. I felt like, and still do, I was on the longest emotional rollercoaster in my life. The battle continues.