At one point, I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of heartbreak and responsibility. I'd lost loved ones—my brother, my sister, and the father of my son—to addiction. I was raising three kids, balancing work and school, and trying to keep everything together while secretly falling apart. But amidst the chaos, I decided: I wouldn’t let pain define my story. I began healing and opened up. I discovered that vulnerability isn’t a weakness—it’s how we connect with others. Today, I share my story to help others feel seen, heard, and never alone. I’ve become the person I once needed—a steady light for those navigating their darkness. And I’ve learned that even when life doesn’t give you a happy ending, you can still write a powerful one.