Why I Spend All My Time Advocating for Truth and Justice

I didn’t choose this path. It chose me—when I was 4 years old and felt something crack inside every time I witnessed injustice, cruelty, or lies.

I grew up in a third-world country as a missionary child. I saw the kind of suffering most people only read about. I also saw how powerful love, presence, and truth could be. Even back then, I knew my life was not just mine—I was here to help.

But life has a way of testing your mission. It will break your heart open in places you never imagined—until you’re forced to live your convictions, not just preach them.

I’ve lived through betrayal, systems that silence victims, and institutions that protect power over people. I’ve been lied about, discredited, and dismissed. I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear. But I never lost my fire for truth.

I advocate for justice because I know what it feels like to be silenced when you’re telling the truth.

I speak out because I know how many people stay quiet to survive.

I keep going because I believe in a world where light wins.

I’m not here for clout, attention, or to be liked. I’m here to do what my soul came to do—be a voice for the voiceless, a shield for the vulnerable, and a reminder that truth is not a trend. It’s a lifeline.

If my voice shakes systems, good.

If my words make liars uncomfortable, even better.

If my presence brings even one person back to themselves, it’s all worth it.

This isn’t a phase. This is who I am.

And I will never stop fighting for what’s right.