The Porch I Built for the Girl I Used to Be

At first, the porch was just an escape. Not a real place, but a mental getaway I’d retreat to when the noise got too loud, the shame too heavy, or the world asked me to be someone I couldn’t sustain. I built it out of late-night overthinking, people-pleasing, and perfectionism. I filled it with scrolling, numbing, disappearing, pretending.

Back then, the Porch was about survival.

A quiet place to hide when I couldn’t explain why life felt so hard, or why I was always “too much” and “not enough” all at once. But something shifted. Slowly, through consistency, through therapy, journaling, worship, reflection, and every micro-step that felt invisible at the time, I stopped hiding on the porch.

I started healing there.

What once was self-isolation became sacred solitude. What began as an escape transformed into a sanctuary. The porch has become the place where I meet myself, honestly, gently, bravely.

Now, this Porch has become something new: A blog. A creative rhythm. A home for the thoughts that once had nowhere to go. Frontporch & Company is the space I have built for the girl I used to be… And the woman I’m still becoming. Here I thrive not by performing, but by expressing. Not by fitting in, but by unfolding. And if it offers someone else even a sliver of peace, permission, or belonging, then I know this porch was never just for me.