2018 was me falling, super hard. If it wasn’t for Jesus, my family, my loved ones, & the church I honestly am not sure if I’d be alive today. I know that seems super melodramatic but honestly, it’s the truth. There were days where I felt like I was not sane and days when I couldn’t get out of bed because the pain was so heavy. I would be confronted by past memories and became trapped in those moments as if I was reliving them (as a result of PTSD) and for some reason, I couldn’t pull myself out the way that I used to. I lost inspiration and felt like in that time, I lost myself too. God placed people around me who literally carried me through it, both back in Cayman and here in Redding. These are people who helped me pick up the pieces of my life by reminding me of who God created me to be. Some, stayed up all night with me, or held me until I became calm and was out of that triggered state, there were others who talked me through it and those who prayed and loved me back to wholeness, there was also those who went for long drives with me and made me laugh until the heaviness lifted. These people are my heroes and some of God’s most precious gifts to me. 

Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow; but woe to him that is alone when he falleth and hath not another to lift him up.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9-10‬ ‭ASV‬‬