If someone truly saw my life, they would understand that I was never weak—I was surviving things that would have broken many people. I came into this world sensitive, observant, and full of feeling, carrying a deep love for others before I ever learned how to protect myself. From the beginning, I felt everything. I noticed the pain beneath people’s words, the silence behind closed doors, the spaces where love should have been louder. My life did not unfold in a straight line. It bent, fractured, and rebuilt itself many times over. There were moments of innocence and hope, and there were moments that altered me forever—moments where the ground disappeared beneath my feet and I had to learn how to stand again in a body that no longer felt safe, in a world that no longer felt predictable. I learned early how to be strong for others. I learned how to smile while hurting, how to keep going when stopping felt impossible, how to love deeply even when love came with wounds. I searched for connection, for safety, for something that felt like home—sometimes in the wrong places, sometimes at great cost to myself. There were seasons where I lost my way. Seasons where pain turned into escape, and escape turned into habits that almost took me from myself. I do not write this with shame. I write it with honesty. I was not trying to destroy my life—I was trying to survive it. Every choice I made came from a place of longing to feel whole, to feel loved, to feel okay. And still, something within me refused to die. Even in my darkest hours, there was a quiet voice inside me—a light I could not fully explain—that kept whispering, You are meant for more than this. You are still here for a reason. That voice carried me through loss, through addiction, through heartbreak, through the fear of not knowing if I would ever find my way back to myself. I am writing this not as someone who has it all figured out, but as someone who has risen—again and again—from the ashes of her own life. I am a mother. I am a survivor. I am a woman who has faced her shadows and chosen healing. I am still becoming, still learning how to live with softness and strength coexisting in the same breath.

🤍 be kind 🤍 be real 🤍 be love 🤍