I never know what to write here. I guess I’ll start by saying that I’m a 40 year old widow and mother. I was just 38 years old the day my husband passed away in October 2017. We were only 8 months apart in age. We have two little girls that are reaching the peak of toddler ages. I also have two grown children that have been a huge source of comfort and support.

I’m just the average girl that has always had big dreams. I love being creative which keeps my mind away from idleness, especially in the midnight hours when I have insomnia. Life has thrown me some pretty hard curve balls full of pain, heartache, loss, and devastation. Yet, I still manage to keep my head held high and my heart open. I never let it turn my heart cold. I have God to thank for my forgiving nature and deep desire to love. He has always been my source of comfort when I had nobody else.

I lost someone suddenly to suicide. It has changed my life forever. I will never be the same and writing has always been a source of therapy to help me release and heal. So come on this journey with me and hopefully we can learn and grow together.