Hyper-independence and being purposefully busy were my coping mechanisms and never allowed me the space to process the trauma I had walked through.

Sometimes in life we cling to what we see and what we know. It’s hard to walk blindly and boldly into the unknown. Yet when we walk by faith we walk by a light that is brighter than we can imagine. When we walk by faith, we never walk alone.

Weight loss is hard, it’s even harder when it comes with a side of body dysmorphia. When I look in the mirror I do not see what others see, I don’t see the 36 pound weight loss and the struggle with clothing is harder than one could ever realize. This is me not struggling alone and looking to struggle in perfect company.

The journey to self acceptance is not an easy one. Even the most confident queen in your circle has self doubts that riddle her dreams. Come along with me as I discuss how I learned to build a home in my own skin.

Seeking help can be scary. Seeking help means admitting to yourself that you cannot do this alone, and that is perfectly ok. None of us are meant to do this alone and it’s ok to get a little help. We all deserve a safe space where we can put our burdens down and bare our soul. We deserve to live and not exist.

So ask yourself friend “Am I existing or am I living?”

Every moment we walk through is part of God’s plan. From the moments that bring us joy to the moments that break us. The light, it always finds a way to shines through the cracks of the broken. You are more than simply broken, you are beautifully broken. Come along with me as I discuss the moment I felt a boldness stir in me and came into the gift of faith. A faith that has carried me through on my darkest days.

Can you relate to chicken little? Are you tired of buying into the lie that is social media? Are you striving for perfection all while wondering, why? Well then my friend take a seat and listen in, for it’s the misfits who get the crown.

When we truly believe the seeds of faith are planted in our hearts and from those very seeds, miracles bloom.

Do you have a big “D” in your column? Me too! Did you ignore the red flags and go through with the wedding? Yeah, I did that too and I have the divorce papers to prove it. Come along with me as I dish on my first marriage and the journey to getting myself back.

My worst nightmare happened, Covid, it came home and it tried to take my Father with it. Covid stretched my faith in more ways that I can ever begin to explain. Watching my Father go from his death bed to his resurrection bed, sealed my belief that miracles are real.