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motherhood. healing. wellness.

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There are 10 million single mother-lead families in the United States. This is 3x the number in 1960.

I was determined not to let the above statistics define me as a mother or a woman. After enduring a painful divorce, I was determined to create a space that allowed me to share my truth and inspire other while doing so. It’s important as women and as survivors to live through our experiences, not become them. The stories I share are all about me growing through what I've been through. I had to be resilient not only for myself but for the sake of my children and all of you who support my work. Thank you for being a part of my journey.

 
 

love

 
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March' 18

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“The world doesn’t care.” This was something my mother used to tell me as a child. I remember when I was growing up, like any other innocent child, I thought that there were more people in the world who cared for one another; that people would look lift each other up and appreciate one another. 

As I got older, I began to truly become aware of what my mother was talking about. I was beginning to see that people talked out of both sides of their mouths; people were looking to just use and stomp others for their own gain. Greed was something played a huge role in people’s motivations. 

 

Laughter

 
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Joy

 
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Oct' 18

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I gave up on everyone. Yes, Everyone. There was once a time where I was always concerned about everyone’s well-being. The people closest to me meant everything to me. If I noticed that something was off or if someone needed help, I would go all out for them. It would be almost to the point where I was sick because I was so worried for them. And it had gotten to a point where it literally consumed me. And by my marriage being so toxic, it didn’t help that I was losing the inner essence of who I was.

By the time I filed for divorce, I was a messy heap of who I once was. Mentally, I was buried under ashes and rubble. But there was one faint spark that I was able to hold on to and God used that tiny spark and turn it into a huge explosion. Over time, I was able to rise and become a better version of myself. As I continue my journey of healing and reconnecting with myself, here are a few things that I have been learning along the way.

 
 

life

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Feb. ‘19

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When I think back on my storms it’s so easy for me to get angry. It’s so easy for me to sit there and keep asking God why He put me through what I went through. So many things were hitting me at once that I didn’t know what to do. My life was in shambles. I wasn’t functioning the way I should. Everything I tried to do failed miserably. And when my marriage was falling apart, I was sinking deeper and deeper into despair! My depression was at its worse! And for a while, I was angry. I was angry at myself for allowing myself to fall for the lies and deceit. I was angry when I thought about all of the years I put into this toxic relationship. But as I began my road to recovery, I realized that I had nowhere to go but up. God showed me that I had the ability to fly if I would just trust in Him. Below is a list of reasons as to why I’m not angry about what I went through.