I was dealt the cards of addiction and mental illness that run deep on both sides of my family. Because of that, both of my parents were absent from my life at a very young age. As an only child, I often wondered how both parents could neglect their child. But I couldn’t sit in that pain forever. Eventually, I told myself that maybe God allowed me to experience it for a reason—and that I was the one who had to accept it, endure it, and take control of my own story.
As a young girl, I created my own rules for how the world worked. I made assumptions about myself and others, writing an invisible “handbook” based on what I thought was truth. Over time, that handbook led to unstable relationships and chaotic situations that repeated over and over. I thought that was just normal life, but now I see it was all built on a story written by a hurting child.
Eventually, I fell into the darkness of addiction, which led me to Alcoholics Anonymous. There, I met people of all ages with stories that mirrored my own. I tried working through the steps, hoping they would help me make sense of my past—but at first, I didn’t take it seriously. I thought my way was better.
After drifting away for some time, I found myself back at square one, staring in the mirror and realizing a hard truth: everything broken and lost in my life was because of me. I was the problem all along.
When I returned to the fellowship, I came back humbled, ready to admit my defeat and let go of my self-righteousness. For so long, I believed I was never wrong. But God had other plans. He let me walk out proud, only to bring me back with my head bowed—but my heart open. The same people I’d once ignored welcomed me with open arms.
That moment taught me one of the most powerful lessons of my life: humility is a form of love. It’s how God guides us toward trust, faith, and freedom.
For so long, I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. I never gave others the chance to share their wisdom because I believed I had to protect myself. But I’ve learned that my Creator uses people, pain, and principles to reshape our hearts.
Now, I feel truly free. Gratitude has shown me that none of us are alone in this journey. We’re all on different paths, but we’re here to share light with one another.
Keep your ears, heart, and mind open—because God’s redirection is everywhere. You just have to pay attention.Since every seashell has its own story, here’s mine.
As a child, everything was fine. I played, made memories, and had fun — never realizing that my life was going to change in just a moment.
I was around 12 or 13 when everything shifted. I lost my sense of self-love and confidence. My world crumbled when I wasn’t accepted into the school I had dreamed of attending. I could see the halls in my mind, the place I believed was meant for me. But then came the letter — and the dream ended.
The rejection hit me hard. I felt devastated and hopeless. I cried until my veins burst, ending up in the ER. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t chosen, and the question haunted me for a long time.
I thought things would get better, but instead, life seemed to get harder. Especially in 2025, when everything felt like it was falling apart.
But then, gratitude found me.
Through the Gratitude app, I began to see the beauty in the ugly, the light in the darkness. I realized that maybe it wasn’t God’s will for me to take that path — that He was redirecting me toward something better.
Now, I believe that the path I’m walking will lead me to something even greater. Because if God brought me to it, He will lead me through it and bring me out stronger.
Nothing is impossible.
The sky is not the limit. ✨💛
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