A Love Letter in Pages

I wrote a book.

It was, without a doubt, one of the most intimate and vulnerable things I’ve ever done in my life. And to be honest, I didn’t even know I was writing a book when I started. I thought I was journaling. Sometimes it was just for me. Other times, I imagined I was writing to a collective of women I may never meet — women navigating their own darkness, searching for clarity, healing, and truth.

There were days I wrote for my best friend. Other days, I wrote for the circle of women who had held me, witnessed me, inspired me — women I’ve seen wrestle with the same questions I’ve asked myself:

Who am I?
What am I here for?
Is this love or just familiar pain?
Is this joy or just comfort in complacency?

So I wrote in that energy.

Unfiltered. Unpolished. Honest.

There were moments I would just close my eyes, let my fingers move, and pour out whatever needed to be said. I’d revisit the words weeks later, not even fully remembering that I was the one who wrote them. It felt like something came through me.

Two years passed. Then someone asked me, “Why not publish it?”

That question echoed inside me. Why not?

Why not step into vulnerability?

Why not allow myself to be fully seen?

Why not believe that the words that moved me might move someone else?

So I did it.

I published the book.

To every woman who has ever questioned her path, her purpose, her worth, her joy — this is for you.

I self-published it, actually — not because I had to, but because I chose to. I chose to honor the process in its rawness. I chose to believe in my voice without waiting for permission. And now this book exists as a love letter — from me to you, from one soul to another.

To every woman who has ever questioned her path, her purpose, her worth, her joy — this is for you.

I hope when you read it, it meets you where you are. I hope you feel seen, known, and held in its pages.

With love,

Linds

Held by Darkness, Embraced by Light — available now on Amazon.