I Deleted Everything

Let’s be honest: in the age of the internet, hitting “delete” is a massive, slightly terrifying act of defiance. There is a specific kind of panic that sets in when you realize that the digital footprint you’ve been cultivating is… well, kind of a disaster.

I recently hit the button. I deleted the old blog. Gone. Poof. Goodbye, justdalycethings.

It wasn’t a decision I made over a cup of coffee and a lightbulb moment. It was a slow, uncomfortable realization that my “cup” wasn’t just empty—it was cracked, and I was trying to pour out a whole lot of mess onto the people I was supposed to be helping.

The Problem with Pouring from Empty

My goal has always been simple: I want you to know you aren’t alone in your struggles. I wanted to share my life, throw in a little humor, call out my own erratic thoughts, and tie it all back to the truth. But somewhere along the way, the script flipped.

I was in a massive healing season, and instead of writing from a place of peace, I was writing from a place of justification. I felt this desperate need to explain myself, to defend my feelings, and to shout my opinions until someone—anyone—agreed with me.

The result? It wasn’t comforting. It was confusing. I was leaving people with more questions about themselves than they started with. Looking back at those posts through a new lens, I felt icky. I felt embarrassed. I realized I was weaponizing my “honesty” to soothe my own ego rather than offering a safe space for others.

The “God Check”

I stopped writing for a few weeks. That’s a big deal for someone who usually uses words to process everything. I spent that time doing the one thing I was avoiding: I got quiet and I prayed. I asked God, “What is actually going on here?”

I kept hearing, “New.” Then, “Start over.” Finally, it clicked: “Now.”

My heart posture was completely off-center. I was letting my feelings and emotions sit in the driver’s seat, and they have zero sense of direction. God checked me hard—but here is the kicker: He didn’t yell. He didn’t call me stupid, and He certainly didn’t gossip about me to the rest of the world. He checked me with grace. He held up a mirror, showed me the mess, and then handed me the towel to start cleaning it up.

The Baptism of a New Identity

I realized that my pursuit of a “new” identity wasn’t just about a blog rebrand; it was a reflection of the baptismal truth I’d been living but not quite walking in. When we are baptized, we aren’t just getting dunked in water for the aesthetic. It’s a burial of the old self—the angry self, the defensive self, the one that feels the need to justify every move.

2 Corinthians 5:17 (NLT) says it perfectly: “This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!”

That “old life” isn’t just past mistakes; it’s the old, tired way of processing our pain. If I am truly a new person in Christ, why was I still carrying the heavy baggage of my old identity around like a security blanket? Deleting the old blog was my way of physically acting out that spiritual reality. It was a declaration that the person who wrote those confused, angry words is buried.

Just a Girl, Just the Truth

Before we go any further, let’s set the record straight: I am not a doctor, I am not a therapist, and I am definitely not an expert. I don’t claim to be perfect, and I certainly don’t have all the answers. I’m just a girl sharing her struggles and the honest, sometimes messy process of working through them by looking back to what God says in the Bible.

There is no need to “phone a friend” for the answers to my soul when all I have to do is look back to what He said, and more importantly, what He says about me.

Now, don’t get me wrong—having a community to hold you accountable and to provide support is huge. It is something we all need, and I hope we can be that for each other here. But my ultimate “go-to” isn’t a degree on the wall; it’s the Word on the page.

Walking in the New

Nahomi Allen Writes is about moving forward from a place of humility and gratitude rather than anger or the need to be “right.” We aren’t going to fix everything overnight, and we’re definitely going to have some messy days. But we’re going to be honest about them, and we’re going to filter it all through the only Truth that actually matters.

I’m glad you’re here for the “New.” Let’s start fresh.

Let’s Talk!

I’d love to hear from you in the comments (because remember, community is huge!):

1. Be honest: Are you writing or speaking from a place of peace, or are you currently in a season of “justification” and trying to be “right”? How do you tell the difference in your own life?
2. Is there an “old identity” you’re still carrying around like a security blanket? What would it look like for you to finally hit the “delete” button on it and embrace who God says you are now?
3. When was the last time God gave you a “Grace Check”? How did it feel to realize He wasn’t yelling at you, but simply inviting you to start fresh?
4. I’m in the trenches with you, not as a pro, but as a sister. What is one struggle you’re navigating right now where you just need to know you aren’t alone?