Breaking Free

I was born with a condition most people can't comprehend. Severe dairy allergies—not the kind where you get a rash. The kind where one wrong move means an ambulance.

That fear defined my life. No school. No playdates. No freedom. I was raised behind glass—not because anyone wanted me there, but because they had to.

Homeschooled. Isolated. Pushed into computer science because it was "safe." Not chosen—assigned. I played the game. Learned to code. Kept my head down. But inside? I was suffocating.

I knew Christ, but I wasn't walking in faith. I was surviving, not living.

In 2021, God told me to start a ministry—Cross Crusaders. No training. No platform. Just raw obedience.

For the first time, I tasted real freedom. But to grow, I had to leave my bubble—to face the world I'd avoided my whole life.

That's when I saw the truth: This wasn't about allergies. This was about breaking chains. The enemy had used fear as a leash for years.

So I made a decision: No more fear. No more limits. No more living by the world's definition of "normal."