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Everybody loves to tell their story once they’ve made it through. They talk about the healing, the lessons, the glow-up after the storm. But what about the now ? What about the messy middle—when you’re still raw, still trying to figure out how to breathe, still waking up every day in a life you didn’t choose? Nobody talks about that part. When my 15-year marriage ended, I didn’t just lose a husband. I lost the version of life I thought I’d always have. I went from wife to sin

Blessings Over Bullshit: Finding the Light While Walking Through the Dark When I was seven years old, I was diagnosed with leukemia. At seventeen, I became homeless and lost my dad. By twenty-one, I had buried my mom. I thought I had already survived the worst life could throw at me—but life kept testing me. I entered an emotionally abusive marriage, held on as long as I could, and eventually found myself divorced with three kids—one of them a special needs son who teaches me