Speaking Peace into My Life

Finding purpose, clarity, and my calm through stillness and self-belief.

Peace didn’t arrive all at once. It came in a whisper, in moments when life forced me to sit still long enough to listen. For years, I appeared to have it all together: strong, organized, the one people turned to for balance. But behind that calm exterior was a woman fighting storms no one could see. I was exhausted, searching for peace while still living in a state of chaos. It wasn’t until life pressed pause that I finally found what I’d been chasing all along, myself.

After my divorce, I thought I had found peace, but really, I had only found space. I was still a work in progress, sometimes angry, and lost the next. I threw myself into work, showing up for others while quietly breaking down inside. I felt invisible, misplaced, like I didn’t belong anywhere. Even though people around me admired my calm, I didn’t feel it. Inside, I was a freedom fighter, always defending, always bracing for the next emotional hit.

Then came the shift I didn’t expect: surgery. Three months of being home, unable to rush, unable to fix or save anyone. At first, I hated it, the silence, the stillness. But somewhere in that stillness, I began to hear God.

I spent the first few weeks reflecting on my life, my purpose, and what truly brings me fulfillment. And then something unfolded: clarity. I realized that what I had created for my staff through a wellness program - helping others breathe, rest, and feel seen - was also what had healed me.

When I began creating SILWELL-C, it wasn’t a business; it was a form of therapy. Writing the framework, designing the toolkit, and developing the visuals all brought a sense of calm to my spirit. I was no longer fighting to prove my worth; I was living it. Each task became a declaration:
I am capable. I am calm. I am guided.

The more I poured into this new purpose, the less room there was for negativity. My words softened. My mornings became sacred. Gratitude replaced comparison. I found joy in simple things, such as breathing, creating, and resting.

And when I looked back at everything I had accomplished, building a brand, writing a children’s book, creating an entire website, filing my own trademark, and copyright. I realized something divine:
God had given me peace in the form of purpose.

“When you begin speaking calm into your life, the noise around you starts to lose its power.”

Peace doesn’t always come wrapped in comfort; sometimes it’s hidden inside the pause we didn’t plan for. My calm began when I stopped trying to fix what was broken and started nurturing what was growing. I’ve learned that speaking peace isn’t just about words, it’s about alignment. When your heart, your habits, and your purpose speak the same language, calm becomes who you are.

Personal note: This is the story of how I began speaking peace into my life ,one calm word, one quiet breath at a time.