There was a moment in my life when I stood between two ICUs at the same time.
My mother was dying. My daughter was fighting to live.
That season broke me.
Buried in grief, bills, constant pressure. Weighed down by anger, loneliness, & so much bitterness.
But God didn’t leave me there. He sent a village.
Not to rescue me with platitudes—but to stand with me in the dark.
I know what it feels like to feel crushed & still have to keep going. So, for thousands, I try to carry the light forward—with truth, presence & real connection.
If you’re exhausted, barely holding it together—this space is for you.