Writing has always been a journey—equal parts joy and struggle, creation and doubt. But through every tear-filled chapter, every late-night edit, and every rejection, I have not walked this path alone.
This chapter is for the people, the quiet moments, and the unwavering faith that have been my pillars, even when the world seemed determined to knock me down.
To My Mother: Mom, thank you for standing by me, even when we didn't see eye to eye. You are the epitome of strength—the kind of strength that bends but never breaks. Being a solo mother is a role I know you never expected, but you've worn it like a crown, carrying the weight of our world on your shoulders with unmatched grace. I know we argue at times, but even in our disagreements, your love and support have always shone through. Whether it's asking about my stories or just quietly making sure I have the space to write, you've shown me what true devotion looks like.
This book, this dream—it exists because of the sacrifices you've made. Thank you for believing in me, even when I couldn't believe in myself.
To My Friends: You are the quiet anchors in my storm, the ones who make me laugh when I feel like crying and remind me why I fell in love with storytelling in the first place. There were nights when the weight of my words felt unbearable, when dramatic chapters drained me of everything I had. And yet, you were always there—listening, encouraging, and pulling me back up when I stumbled. Your kindness and patience have been my safe haven, a space where I can be unapologetically me. To you, I owe my moments of joy amidst the chaos and my sense of belonging when the world felt isolating. Thank you for keeping me grounded and reminding me to keep going.
To My Crush: You don't know me, and perhaps you never will, but that's okay. From afar, you've been a quiet light in my days, a simple happiness I didn't have to work for. You made the mundane moments feel special, the everyday less ordinary. For that, I'm grateful. But like all fleeting things, this chapter of admiration must end—it's a goodbye not out of sadness but growth. Thank you for unknowingly giving me a reason to smile, a reminder that joy can be found in the most unexpected places.
To God: Through every rejection, every sleepless night, and every whispered doubt, You have been my strength. When my books were turned away, You reminded me that my worth wasn't tied to someone else's approval. When I doubted my path, You gave me signs to continue. This journey hasn't been easy, but You've shown me that perseverance, faith, and courage will always light the way. Thank You for guiding me when I felt lost and for granting me the resilience to keep writing, no matter the obstacles.
To Myself: This is a thank-you I don't often think to give. Thank you for not giving up. For sitting down, word by word, even when it hurt. For letting the tears flow through every dramatic chapter and finding the strength to keep going. Every rejection is just another page in your story, not the end of it. Keep writing. Keep dreaming. Keep creating.
To everyone and everything that has supported me on this journey—thank you.
This book is as much yours as it is mine.