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First and foremost, I want to thank God. Not just for the blessings, but for the burdens. For every heavy moment, every heartbreak, every dark night that I thought might break me. Because somehow, in the quiet of those struggles… I found something I didn’t know I had: a deeper strength. A sacred kind of resilience. It’s been seven months — and already, I’ve lived through more than I ever expected. And through it all… I’m still standing. But not just standing — becoming. Softening. Strengthening. Growing in ways I never imagined. And through every storm, one truth has become crystal clear: Nothing I’ve gone through has been in vain. Every obstacle, every tear, every wound — they’re not just scars… they’re seeds. God is using all of it — even the pain I don’t understand — to prepare me for something greater than I can yet see. There’s power in the suffering. There’s purpose in the process. And there’s a promise in the pain — that none of it will be wasted. And I want to say this, with my whole heart: I am proud of myself. Proud of the way I’ve kept moving forward, even with a heavy heart. Proud of the way I’ve let love in, even when it hurt to be vulnerable. Proud of the way I’ve held onto faith, when fear tried to take over. There are five more months ahead — and I feel something new rising. A peace I’ve prayed for. A strength I’ve earned. A future that feels more aligned with who I really am. To my real friends, my family, and my babies — your love has been my anchor. And to the ones who showed up for me when I was at my most broken — Thank you. You didn’t try to fix me. You just sat with me. You made space for me to breathe, to cry, to be real. And in that space, I began to heal. I will carry that love with me forever. And now… Mom. There are no words for how much I miss you. Some days, the ache of your absence steals the air from my lungs. But even in your passing, your presence hasn’t left me. I feel you — in moments of stillness, in signs I can't explain, in the strength that rises in me when I think I can't go on. I know you're with me. I hope you see the woman I’m becoming. Because everything I do… it’s for you. To make you proud. To carry your love into the world. To live a life worthy of the depth of your spirit. You are still my home, my comfort, my constant. And I thank God every day for the gift of being your child. So as I walk into what’s next, I do it with open hands and an open heart. Because I know this journey — though hard — is holy. And I know that with God beside me, and your love within me… I am not just going to be okay — I’m going to rise. The best is still coming. And when it does, I’ll carry every piece of the pain that shaped me — not as a weight, but as a witness. Proof that even in the darkest places… God was writing a beautiful story all along.
First and foremost, I want to thank God. Not just for the blessings, but for the burdens. For every heavy moment, every heartbreak, every dark night that I thought might break me. Because somehow, in the quiet of those struggles… I found something I didn’t know I had: a deeper strength. A sacred kind of resilience. It’s been seven months — and already, I’ve lived through more than I ever expected. And through it all… I’m still standing. But not just standing — becoming. Softening. Strengthening. Growing in ways I never imagined. And through every storm, one truth has become crystal clear: Nothing I’ve gone through has been in vain. Every obstacle, every tear, every wound — they’re not just scars… they’re seeds. God is using all of it — even the pain I don’t understand — to prepare me for something greater than I can yet see. There’s power in the suffering. There’s purpose in the process. And there’s a promise in the pain — that none of it will be wasted. And I want to say this, with my whole heart: I am proud of myself. Proud of the way I’ve kept moving forward, even with a heavy heart. Proud of the way I’ve let love in, even when it hurt to be vulnerable. Proud of the way I’ve held onto faith, when fear tried to take over. There are five more months ahead — and I feel something new rising. A peace I’ve prayed for. A strength I’ve earned. A future that feels more aligned with who I really am. To my real friends, my family, and my babies — your love has been my anchor. And to the ones who showed up for me when I was at my most broken — Thank you. You didn’t try to fix me. You just sat with me. You made space for me to breathe, to cry, to be real. And in that space, I began to heal. I will carry that love with me forever. And now… Mom. There are no words for how much I miss you. Some days, the ache of your absence steals the air from my lungs. But even in your passing, your presence hasn’t left me. I feel you — in moments of stillness, in signs I can't explain, in the strength that rises in me when I think I can't go on. I know you're with me. I hope you see the woman I’m becoming. Because everything I do… it’s for you. To make you proud. To carry your love into the world. To live a life worthy of the depth of your spirit. You are still my home, my comfort, my constant. And I thank God every day for the gift of being your child. So as I walk into what’s next, I do it with open hands and an open heart. Because I know this journey — though hard — is holy. And I know that with God beside me, and your love within me… I am not just going to be okay — I’m going to rise. The best is still coming. And when it does, I’ll carry every piece of the pain that shaped me — not as a weight, but as a witness. Proof that even in the darkest places… God was writing a beautiful story all along.
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