My story isn’t that simple. My dad died when I was 8, and my mom was left to raise 5 girls. She worked her ass off as a factory worker, kept the house, kept food on the table , and raised 5 strong women. My first husband and I had a child. A son. Jeremiah. He was the love of my life. My ex husband, not so much. He was abusive and walked away. Which was fine by me, I worked 3 jobs and took care of Jeremiah. Then I met a man. He seemed ok. Normal even. I didn’t want to get married again, but we had two awesome kids together , Jack and Kirsten. Well, this ten year relationship of him being an addict and alcoholic ( which I didn’t know until I was pregnant with Jack and Jeremiah was attached to him) I had to walk away. I rose from the ashes of that ten year mess. I worked two jobs, bought a condo and made a home for my three kids and myself. Then I met a man when I was 32. A real man. We fell in love. He loved my kids. He raised my kids. We were happy. I had a family that felt whole. Fast forward to July 16,2020. My world  fell apart. My beloved Jeremiah died. I was completely broken. Seeing my other kids in this pain was to much to bear. It took me a year to feel, well anything, i don’t know if normal will ever apply to me again. However, my husband bought me a BD shirt. I loved it. I kept going back to the website and reading the empowering quotes. I felt inspired. Jeremiah left me a beautiful grandson. He needs me. My kids need me. My husband needs me. So while I’ll never not miss my Jeremiah, I will proudly wear these clothes with empowerment. Pride. And hope. I am rising from the ashes. I will be the warrior I once was. Never give up. No matter how broken you may feel.

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May 05, 2022