This is my reality and story

I had to face the devastating blow of losing my mother. She was more than a parent to me; she was my rock, my guiding light. Her passing left a void in my heart that seemed impossible to fill. I found myself lost in a sea of grief, struggling to find my way in a world that suddenly felt so dark and cruel.

But that wasn’t all. Just a month after my mother’s departure, the foundation of my marriage crumbled beneath me. I found myself separated from a twenty-year partnership, a union that held so many memories and dreams. It felt as if the rug had been pulled out from under me, leaving me feeling disoriented, hurt, and alone.

As if the weight of these losses wasn’t heavy enough, another blow struck my family. My brother found himself facing a seventeen-year prison sentence. The news was like a punch to the gut, filling my world with disbelief and sorrow. It felt like the very ground on which I stood was shaking, threatening to give way and swallow me whole.

In those dark moments, it would have been easy to surrender to the pain, to let myself drown in a pool of self-pity and despair. But then, a flicker of light emerged from within me. I remembered the strength and resilience my mother had always shown throughout her life. She had faced countless challenges with grace and determination, never letting adversity keep her down.