Five Years Later: Rebuilding Piece by Broken Piece
"He loved me the best he knew how, but God stepped in so I could finally live in peace. Today, I honor my survival." I missed writing purely to unload my heart—without the need for validation, likes, or views. It feels like stepping back into how I used to write in my younger years. Visiting this space again, where I once documented my journey through marriage, motherhood, and my relationship with God, brings a wave of mixed emotions. My last entry here was written a month after he died. Five years ago. Five years since I began rebuilding my life. Today marks exactly five years since he passed. I didn't expect healing to be this messy. Grieving the father of my children, carrying the unresolved trauma of our marriage, and confronting past regrets—all while trying to rediscover who I am, piece by broken piece. I had to rebuild our life, provide, and hold everything together for my kids. That is what the last five years have truly looked like. But my journey of survival d...
