I'm a mom of three girls. Three years after I rebuilt our life on a small ranch, my oldest daughter died in a car accident minutes from home. Later I lost my dad, and then my mom — on the same date as my daughter.
Grief didn't come once. It came in waves, alongside years of health struggles that eventually ended my career.
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I was married for 17 years, and when that chapter ended I rebuilt from the ground up — moving to the country and buying a small ranch so my oldest could follow her passion for barrel racing. That place meant everything to us. Until it didn't.
At the same time I was living with debilitating digestive issues, years of undiagnosed postpartum struggles, hospital visits, a surgery that never should have happened, and a car accident that took me out of work for over a year. Eventually I retired early, because I couldn't keep living in places that didn't respect who I was.
But here's what I've learned:
- You can lose so much... and still find yourself again.
- Not the same life. A new one. A stronger, more intentional one.
