I know what it feels like to hit rock bottom. I’ve been homeless, broke, tired, and wondering if life would ever get better. I’ve had moments where I felt invisible, unloved, and forgotten—like the world had passed me by.

But here’s the truth: even in the darkest seasons, God never left me. He carried me through nights of tears, days of doubt, and seasons where I didn’t think I’d make it. Every scar, every setback, every lesson became part of my testimony.

I’m a mom who’s had to stretch food stamps, work jobs that barely covered bills, and pray that Christmas morning would still feel magical for my kids. I’ve faced betrayal, brokenness, and battles that tried to take me out. But I’ve also found strength in the middle of the storm.

This space is for women like me—for the ones who are still fighting, still pressing forward, still believing there’s more to life than pain. I’m living proof that brokenness isn’t the end of the story. Healing, growth, and joy are possible.

If you’re reading this, know you’re not alone. You are seen. You are loved. And your story is still being written.