Life??

I was adopted as a baby. I grew up knowing I was chosen — but also knowing, quietly, that beginnings shape us in ways we don’t always understand until much later. I’ve spent much of my life trying to figure out where I fit, who I am, and how to belong.
I am a mother of two boys. I love them fiercely. But I have never been a perfect mother — and I’ve never been a perfect person. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve lost my way at times. I’ve carried shame, regret, and hope all in the same breath. Still, my boys have always been my reason to keep going.
Then my body changed. A diagnosis of multiple sclerosis rewrote my future. Walking became uncertain. Independence became something I had to fight for. And the life I thought I’d built — marriage, stability, certainty — cracked apart.
Separation. Divorce. Disability. Starting over.
This is not a story about having it all together.
It’s a story about falling apart and rebuilding anyway.
About learning to live honestly — in an imperfect body, an imperfect life, with imperfect love — and choosing to keep moving forward.
This is my story.
And I’m ready to tell it.