There’s something no one really tells you about becoming the woman you’re meant to be.
It’s not glamorous.
It’s not aesthetic.
It doesn’t happen in a highlight reel season.
It happens in the middle of grief.
In the middle of rebuilding.
In the middle of staring at your bank account.
In the middle of learning how to trust God again when your heart has been shattered.
For me, becoming has looked like holding two things at once: deep sorrow and deep hope.
When Grief Changes You
Losing my son changed me in ways I can’t fully explain.
Grief cracked me open. It broke parts of me that will never be the same. But it also softened me. It deepened my faith. It stripped away everything fake and left only what was real.
I used to think strength looked like having it all together.
Now I know strength looks like getting up anyway.
Strength isn’t perfection.
It’s showing up again.
It looks like going to the gym when your body feels heavy with sadness.
It looks like building a business when doubt whispers that you’re not enough.
It looks like loving people fully even when you know loss is possible.
It looks like surrender.
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