One midnight, I couldn’t journal with trembling hands. Needing someone to talk to, I sat in bed with teary eyes and voice-noted myself for hours until my lemon tea grew cold.

What began as audio letters to my younger self became a path of healing — carrying the heaviness of grief and speaking the words I longed to hear.

For quiet, introspective souls seeking healing from loss, navigating loneliness, and searching for hope — welcome home to slow monologues and audio letters, recorded to heal and comfort.

I am Lescott Skywick.

Just a little lad — healing, documenting life with a mic, a heavy heart, and mounting faith.