A life rewritten in the margins.

My name is Anastasia Patience. I am a daughter of Ghana, a woman of Cyprus, a mother by miracle, and a storyteller by calling. This is the long version.

Based in: Cyprus
Continents that raised me: Africa & Europe
Founder of: Patience Media House

Anastasia Patience in a burgundy blouse, smiling warmly

Every scar is a syllabus.

My story is stitched together from grief, faith, and stubborn hope — and every book, masterclass, and story I share is a hand extended back to you.

Every mother is a mystic. Every ordinary woman carries something the world desperately needs — usually the exact thing she thinks disqualifies her.

I write for the woman rebuilding after loss, the mother whispering prayers over a sick child, the entrepreneur with a dream she’s afraid to name.

Every season taught me something.

Read the book

01The beginning
My parents
My mother taught me to pray — and to stay quiet and steady in difficult times. My father taught me to work hard with discipline: to be polite, honest, and respectful.
02The crossing
Two suitcases
At twenty-four, I boarded a plane with two suitcases and a promise. I would build a life. I would send money home. I would become someone.
From Ghana to Cyprus — and everywhere in between.
03The work
Caregiver
For years I cared for the elderly. Their stories became mine. Their loneliness taught me presence. Their courage taught me endurance.
04The first loss
My brother
When my younger brother died, something inside me broke that I didn’t know could break. I learned that grief has weather. Some days it rains and rains and doesn’t stop.
05The unmooring
Without parents
Losing my mother years later left me unmoored. Without parents in a foreign country, I had to find my own way — and become my own compass.
06The choice
The pregnancy
The doctors said terminate. There were risks. There were reasons. There were papers to sign. His name would become my miracle — because I believed his life was worth fighting for, even when the world told me otherwise.
I chose faith. I chose him.
07The miracle
My son
He came into this world small, quiet, and perfect — already carrying a strength I could see in him. He is the reason I know God still writes stories with impossible endings.
08The dark room
Depression
Postpartum depression came like a fog with no exit. I stopped smiling. I stopped writing. I stopped believing I was still in there. Slowly, gently, I found my way back.
09Now
Author & founder
I write the books I needed. I teach the classes I wished I had. Find Your Reason to Smile is my letter to every woman who ever felt too broken to begin again.