I write to capture slow moments, letters I may never send, and thoughts that drift quietly through my days.

A woman with black hair smiling and resting her face on her hand at a cafe table with a laptop, a slice of cake, coffee, and a salad, in a modern indoor space with large windows, decorative lighting, and chairs.

Hi, I’m Priskila

A heart shaped by soft places, slow moments, and the kind of honesty that makes life feel real.

This corner of the internet is my little shoreline - where waves of memory, faith, curiosity, and feeling meet the page. The thoughts I’m still learning to honour, the reflections that shape me, and the letters I never sent.

I’m not here to teach; I’m simply here to share the journey - the quiet lessons, the heartbreaks that cracked something open, the small miracles, and the words that arrive when I finally slow down enough to hear them.

I write because it helps me make sense of the world… and because I believe stories have gentle power. They remind us we are not alone. They bring light to the parts of us that are still finding their way home.

If you are here, I hope you find something that feels like warmth, or recognition, or a deep breath you didn’t know you needed. You are welcome to walk with me - at whatever pace feels right.

Here’s to the journey, and everything it’s shaping us into.

- P -