My Journey: From Breaking to Becoming

This isn't just a timeline. It's the story of how I broke, and how God began to rebuild me - one piece at a time. It's the quiet unraveling. The slow healing. The therapy sessions. The prayers that didn't feel heard. And the grace that met me anyway.

If you're walking through something heavy, I hope this reminds you:

You're not alone - and your healing matters.

The Marriage, The Loss, The Silence

My marriage didn't break all at once.

It unraveled slowly - through long silences, lost identity, and prayers that turned into quiet pleas. And then, while I was already unraveling, I lost my father.

He was my anchor. The one who reminded me I was still here and without him, I felt completely untethered. I became a single mom overnight. Not just to my children - but to my own soul. I was smiling in public. Numb in private. Functioning... but fading. And when depression came, I didn't resist it. I let it consume me quietly - because I didn't know how to fight anymore.

The Question That Changed Everything

It was in therapy that I asked myself a question that cracked everything open:

"Are you really going to trust God - or are you just surviving?" That's when I realized something painful and true: I hadn't just walked away from my marriage. I had walked away from God, too. He didn't leave me. I left Him. Not in rebellion - but in exhaustion. I was tired of hoping. Tired of trying. Tired of holding myself and everyone else up.

But in that therapy room, with nothing left to perform or prove, I heard Him say - not out loud, but in my spirit: "I'm still here. Even now. Especially now." And I knew... if I was going to heal for real, I had to come back. Fully. Honestly. One surrender at a time.

Not Perfect. Just Present.

My healing didn't come in a moment. It came in journal entries. In cancelled plans.

In therapy breakthroughs and breakdowns. In choosing to show up, even when I felt unworthy of being seen. That's why I created this space. Not to preach. Not to fix.

But to walk beside other women who are rebuilding themselves, too.

If that's you - I want you to know: You're not too late. You're not too broken. You're not alone.

Let's heal. Gently. On purpose.

Final Invitation

Thank you for being here. For reading my story. For maybe starting your own.

This journey is far from over - but I'm walking it with my heart open now.

How about you?