One Page Does Not Define The Novel.

There’s a lie that shame loves to whisper.

It creeps in when you’re tired, alone, or standing in front of the mirror asking, “How did I get here?”

It shows up in therapy sessions, in quiet moments, in the pause before answering, “Tell me about yourself.”

That lie says: You are the sum total of the worst thing you’ve ever done.Or worse—you are nothing more than the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. And for a moment? You believe it.

That decision you made in your twenties.

That conversation you avoided.

That time you betrayed your own values just to keep the peace.

That moment you lost your temper—or lost your way.

But here’s the truth: That was one page. Not the whole book.

You are not your worst day.

You are not your résumé.

You are not that burnout season where everything cracked.

You are not defined by the moment you messed up, froze, broke down, or shut down.

You’re more than the credentials on your office wall.

More than the rank, the reputation, or the curated image.

More than what happened to you—and more than what you did while surviving what you didn’t know how to face.

I’ve sat with CEOs navigating leadership guilt and imposter syndrome.

Combat veterans trying to make peace with impossible choices.

Medical professionals who spend all day saving others while quietly crumbling inside.

Parents aching over patterns they swore they’d never repeat.

Perfectionists silently screaming under the pressure of always being “on.”

And everyday folks—mechanics, teachers, artists, nurses, ministers—all carrying invisible stories that weigh more than anyone sees.

And yet—I’ve watched them shed it.

I’ve watched them unhook from shame.

Reclaim their voice.Turn the page.

Not because it was easy, but because it was time.

Because that one chapter—no matter how painful, messy, or mortifying—does not get to write the ending.

What comes next? That’s your power.

The mistake? It gave you empathy.

The breakdown? It cleared the way for truth.

The grief? It rewired your values.

The regret? It woke you up.You are not broken.

You are becoming.Not a mosaic. Not a novel.

Let’s just call it what it is: you are a real, evolving person navigating real life—and doing your best to grow forward.

So stop letting one page dictate the plot.

Stop handing the pen to the past.

And stop believing that your value is tied to perfection.It’s not.

Never was.

Be you. Do you. The rest will follow.

*If you’re done letting one page define your story—connect with me. Let’s grow forward together!