2005 was the year my scoliosis continued getting worse, and I was navigating the awkward, confusing halls of middle school—so many changes, so much uncertainty. In 2005 I also had my first thought of suicide, yikes!

2015 was another storm: just two years after surviving rape, I was still grappling with the trauma, toxic relationships that I thought were love, and working long hours as a janitor just to get by. Also continued suicidal thoughts. Those two years tested every ounce of my strength.

And then came 2025. A year of blessings. No physical ailments. A smooth transition into becoming a published author. Immediate success that felt almost unreal. The life I’d been dreaming of—God was working, putting it together in secret—then suddenly all unfolded before me.

Looking back, those hard years weren’t wasted. They shaped my resilience, my voice, and my courage. 2025 didn’t erase the pain, but it showed me that triumph can come after the deepest struggles.