"Different Stories, Same Worth"

Some of us grow up in quiet homes. Some of us grow up in chaos, addiction, poverty—or all three. And somehow people think you are tied to the setting of your story. They don't really see your worth.  One thing I know for sure is that resilience is a privilege. Survival goes a long way in life and is very valuable. Being shaped by hardship doesn’t make you less of a person it makes you more. It actually makes you appreciates more in life.  I know many people who are struggling in different ways as to not having money, food, homes to live in because of the choices they make. Everyone has a different story but the same worth. We need to stop measuring people by how polished their lives look. Some of the strongest humans I know are the ones who’ve had the least.

I used to always think about how different my life would be I had different roots. But then I realized: My worth isn’t a negotiation. It’s not something I have to earn by hiding the parts of my past that make others uncomfortable. People will try to make you feel small. People today make comments that they don't realize it can hurt someone's feeling.  Life is not a competition, and worth isn’t something you earn by having the right family, the right job, or the right address it just means that they succeeded in ways that you couldn't, but it doesn't make them better than you.  The way my mind works is I'm not trying to outshine you I'm just trying to grow, heal from my past, grow old with my husband and watch my children grow.  I'm not worried on how green your grass is and how big your home is. Even more on your job title or how much zeros are in your bank account. Because some people who have it all are not happy. 

For me I'm blessed for me and my family waking up this Morning. Blessed to have made it this far in life with so little to some people but so much to me. I don't have everything that the world calls success. But I have everything I need to keeping going and pushing. Most of all I have children and a husband that need me. Blessing doesn’t always look like a paycheck or a perfect home. Sometimes it looks like surviving when you didn’t think you could.

I’ve lived a life that taught me to listen for the lesson's others ignore. I didn’t start writing to impress anyone. I started because I needed to say things that the world kept trying to silence. Because I knew there were people out there just like me— people carrying heavy stories, quiet pain, invisible strength.  I don’t have all the answers. I just know what it’s like to rise from pain, to be judged before being understood, and to walk toward healing, even with trembling steps. Thank you to my readers and people who know me. I want you know that life hasn't always been kind, and people haven’t always been fair. But your worth was never up for debate. Your value is not a reflection of what you've lost, but of what you still believe in—even after the storm. You're enough. You're needed. You're seen. Thank you for walking this journey with me. Thank you for letting these words find a home in your heart. You are not just part of this story—you are the story. 

“Father, thank You for the strength You’ve placed in me. Thank You for healing what others couldn’t see. Remind me—and every reader—that we are worthy, loved, and never forgotten. Bind up our wounds, restore our joy, and lead us into peace. Amen.”