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Survival isn't pretty, but here I am.

—My Story, No Filters—

I never thought I’d be here—writing this, sharing my life, laying it all out without sugarcoating the ugly parts. But here I am, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that silence doesn’t serve survival.

My life has been anything but simple. I’ve walked through fire—sometimes stumbling, sometimes crawling. Alcoholism? Been there. Recovery? Conquered it. And when I say I barely made it out alive, I mean that literally. I was drowning in the bottle, using it to numb the pain—physical, emotional, all of it. And it almost cost me everything.

Losing my mom to cancer shattered me. Learning how to walk again after doctors dismissed my suffering as nothing more than the consequences of addiction broke me in ways I can’t describe. I spent a year sober, hoping for relief, only to be diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis—proof that my pain was real all along.

Life doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It just happens. And in between working as a waitress, juggling five kids, managing chronic illness, and keeping my marriage strong, I found something unexpected—my own strength.

I don’t sugarcoat things. I don’t pretend it’s easy. But I do know that if I can survive this, maybe someone out there—reading this, feeling lost—can find hope in knowing they’re not alone.

This blog is my truth, my mess, my fight. If nothing else, let it be proof that even when life tries to break you, you get to choose how you rise.

Welcome to my world. Buckle up—it’s going to be one hell of a ride.

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