Sight Beyond Vision Starts Here. Welcome...

I’ve been writing long Facebook posts for years. The kind where you click “See More” and realize you’ve just read a whole blog in the comments section. So here we are—making it official.

Welcome to Sight Beyond Vision: The Way I Live It.

My name is Danara Renee. I’m a certified motivator-by-default, life coach by calling, and a woman of faith who’s navigated life with vision loss, degrees, doubt, and determination. I run a coaching and speaking brand called Sight Beyond Vision, where I help people move past fear, get clear on purpose, and live with intention. This blog is a natural extension of that work—and of my heart.

This blog is a space for the lessons, the real talk, the faith, and the fire behind what I do as a coach, speaker, and everyday woman figuring life out one step at a time. I created this not just to share my journey, but to give you tools, hope, and a push in the right direction. Whether I’m writing about healing, boundaries, procrastination, personal growth, or just trying to choose joy when life gets heavy—I want you to see yourself in these words.

I started this blog because I needed a space to stretch out. Social media is great, but this right here? This is where we go deeper. This is for the people who want to grow, reflect, and move forward with purpose.

I want this to feel like a conversation between us—like I’m sitting next to you, reminding you that you’re not crazy, you’re not too far gone, and you’re definitely not alone. I know what it’s like to be full of potential but paralyzed by fear. I’ve had to coach myself through some low moments. And now, I coach others because I’ve learned how to climb up from that place—not perfectly, but purposefully.

Most of all, I write because I know what it means to walk with God through every season—when it makes sense and when it absolutely doesn’t. God is my foundation, my guide, and the reason I’ve made it this far. You’ll feel that in every post. Whether I’m quoting Scripture or just sharing something He whispered to my spirit on a rough day, His presence is all over this.

So if you’ve ever felt stuck, unseen, or unsure of your next move—this space is for you.

Let’s grow together. Let’s unlearn some things. Let’s get honest.

Let’s trust God, do the work, and most importantly… let’s keep going.

Stick around. Subscribe. Share a post. Invite a friend.

This is just the beginning—and I’m glad you’re here for the journey. 

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