Every Monday, I love reconnecting and reminding myself why I started this space — to share stories, celebrate women, and create a place where honesty feels safe. Over time, this little corner of the internet has grown into something so much deeper — a community where we show up as we are, with our scars, our laughter, and everything in between.
This week, my heart has been heavy as I’ve reflected on Domestic Violence Awareness. I had planned to post a few stories and resources last week, but when tragedy struck right here in our own community, I just couldn’t bring myself to hit “publish.” Sometimes, the weight of it all sits too close to home. And in those moments, silence becomes a space for breathing, for processing, and for allowing the emotions to settle before finding the strength to speak again.
Now, as I gather my thoughts and steady my heart, I know it’s time. This week, I’ll be sharing my own story — what domestic violence brought into my life, how it changed me, and how it shaped the lives of my sweet boys. These are not easy stories to tell, but they are honest ones. And honesty, even when it’s hard, is where healing begins.
I know many of you have walked through your own versions of pain — some have shared your stories with me privately, others are still holding them close. Please know that this space is for you, too. Whether you’re surviving, healing, supporting someone you love, or simply trying to understand, you belong here.
This next week, we will be sharing a few stories about DV, I hope you check back, that I do this topic justice and you learn how brave it is to make it through this, some of us will not.
Thank you for being part of this journey with me — for reading, for reaching out, and for connecting through the power of story. Every message and every comment reminds me why I keep doing this: because stories heal, connect, and empower us.
Together, we are breaking silence. Together, we are building hope. 💜
