12/06/2025
✨ I’ve been gone for a while… but not without reason.
Seven months ago, I survived what I know in my spirit was my last gastroparesis flare. I say that with faith, not fear — because I refused to ever let my body fall back into that kind of pain again. For almost two years, my life revolved around sickness, uncertainty, and prayer. There was a full year where I couldn’t hold down food or water… nights I cried from exhaustion… days I watched the scale hit 83 lbs and wondered how much more my body could take.
But even in those moments, I knew my purpose wasn’t done.
My babies still need their mama — to love them, guide them, cheer them on, and God willing, see them grow into their own families one day. 🕊️
Yet before I could show up for them — or for anyone — I had to be done with the version of me that carried everyone else’s expectations, weight, and shame. I had to surrender. I had to accept that what others judged or misunderstood about me had nothing to do with who God called me to be.
So I laid everything down — the pain, the fear, the pressure to explain my every step — and I gave it to Him. Because God never asked me to carry it all… only to trust Him through it all. 🙏🏾
Earlier this year, that meant I had to temporarily pause services, even when my heart wanted to keep showing up. I communicated as best as I could while prioritizing staying alive, stabilizing my health, and rebuilding my strength. I couldn’t constantly update everyone without sacrificing my privacy, my bandwidth, and my healing. But I did the best I could with the capacity I had.✨