For a long time, I carried parts of my story quietly.
Writing Built With Purpose meant returning to memories I treasure and others that still hurt. It meant being honest about grief, family, love and the way ordinary moments can shape a life. There is a vulnerability in putting those thoughts on paper and knowing someone else might read them.
I did not write this book because I had everything figured out. I wrote it because I was learning that purpose is not always something dramatic. Sometimes it is found in showing up for your family, creating something meaningful or choosing to keep going when life looks different than you expected.
