Hello Again — Let Me Reintroduce Myself

Hello my readers 🤍

And if you’re still here, thank you.

That alone tells me this space still matters to you—and that means everything to me.

So let me reintroduce myself.

My name is Anabella (Ana) Price.

I am adopted.

I am a culture bearer.

I am a writer.

I am Deaf.

I am an artist.

I am a leader.

But those are just words.

They don’t carry the weight of my story.

Here is what they don’t tell you:

I was born in Honduras.

I was once an orphan.

My birth mother passed away.

Loss didn’t knock.

It moved in.

Unpacked its bags.

Made itself at home.

So did abandonment.

So did rejection.

Maybe that’s why I struggled.

Why I questioned my worth.

Why I worked so hard to belong.

Why silence felt loud.

I was adopted—twice.

Two homes.

Two beginnings.

And I carried different names along the way.

Debai.

The name my mother whispered.

The first sound of love I ever knew.

Kirsten Shane.

The name given to me

by the first family

who tried to love me.

Ana.

The name my second family gave me.

The name I grew into.

Each name held a chapter.

Each name held a page.

But every chapter shaped me.

Every page taught me something

My legal name is Ana.

But my chosen name is Anabella.

Why?

Because Bella means beautiful in Spanish.

And after everything I’ve walked through,

I wanted to speak beauty over myself.

So I took my given name

and wrapped it in beauty.

Ana + Bella = Anabella.

That is my becoming.

That is me choosing myself.

And when I say I am a culture bearer,

this is what I mean:

I am a storyteller.

I protect memories that shaped me.

I speak for voices that were silenced.

I don’t just live inside culture—

I guard it.

I nurture it.

I pass it forward.

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Why I Write

Let me be clear...

No one edits my writing.

No one corrects my grammar.

This is my voice—exactly as it is.

You may hear my Deaf accent as you read this.

Whole.

Human.

Unpolished.

I am not an expert in language rules

or perfect sentence order.

I don’t write to impress.

I write to be me.

So if you notice

a word that stumbles,

a sentence that takes its time—

I ask for your grace.

Let it be human.

Let it be real.

This is my art.

Imperfect.

Breathing.

Alive.

A piece of my heart

laid gently

onto your screen.

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How Writing Saved Me

I’ve been journaling since I was a little girl.

I never stopped.

Every summer from kindergarten through high school,

my mother made me study English.

Book after book.

Word after word.

She planted something in me.

A love for reading.

A discipline for reflection.

A hunger to understand.

Writing became my safe place.

My processing space.

My healing ground.

When life felt heavy,

I wrote.

When I didn’t understand myself,

I wrote.

When I needed to survive,

I wrote.

That is why I blog.

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Who I Am Becoming

Being Deaf shapes how I experience everything.

It is me.

I listen with my eyes.

Hearing people listen with their ears.

That’s our difference.

They catch sound.

I catch movement.

They hear tone.

I see it written across faces.

I learned English through pictures.

Through books.

Through reading and rereading.

Hearing people learn English through sound.

Through voices.

Through radio and television.

I speak with my hands.

I speak with my face.

I speak with my whole body.

My voice doesn’t sound the way you expect—

It carries me.

This is how Anabella speaks.

I am an artist.

Not just with paint—

but with people.

With stories.

With systems.

I sit with them.

I look closely.

Because that’s where beauty hides.

That’s where truth lives.

I design meaning on purpose.

I build spaces where humanity comes first.

And when I say I am a leader,

I don’t mean titles or power.

I mean presence.

I mean a human-centered one.

I choose listening first.

I choose dignity over control.

I don’t just support culture—

I protect it.

I nurture it.

I center it.

My leadership is about creating rooms

where people can breathe again.

Where voices are not just heard—

but valued.

Where no one has to beg

to belong.

Where being fully yourself

is not just brave—it is being you.

That’s the culture I’m building.

One space at a time.

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So Why am I Blogging?

Because my life has taught me that transformation is possible.

Because I’ve watched God rebuild me.

Because I refuse to keep quiet about what healed me.

Because someone out there needs the words I once needed.

Because silence almost swallowed me once.

And now—I refuse to disappear.

My blog will be about:

Identity.

Faith.

Boundaries.

Healing.

Communication.

Relationships.

Leadership.

Letting go.

Becoming who you were always meant to be.

Hard truths.

Soft encouragement.

Stories from my real life.

Lessons I learned the long way.

I don’t write as someone who “has it all together.”

I write as someone who kept going anyway.

Tomorrow, I’ll share a piece called Every Employee Deserves a Joshua: What It Feels Like to Be Truly Seen at Work.

This blog is about

what it feels like to be truly

seen,

valued,

by a leader who chooses people over power

and presence over position.

Today, this is simply me saying:

Hi! I'm Anabella.

I am just....being me.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for reading my imperfect words.

Thank you for walking this chapter with me.

With love,

Anabella