God is not done writing your story.
17–18, I wanted a thug, so I sold weed for my boyfriend. Smoked. Drank. Only dated drug dealers. Fought. Moved reckless.
18, abortion. One of the deepest regrets of my life.
19, nervous breakdown.
20, suicidal.
21–22, I rededicated my life to Christ.
22–25, struggling artist. My godmother died, and I moved to New York to work for
@bet because the Lord wanted me to see creatives that were believers too.
26, moved back to Kentucky with 2 suitscsse and 2 sewing machines because my mother’s cancer worsened.
27, my mother died.
(After my mother passed, over the next 11 years, more than 30 family members, friends, and colleagues lost their lives.)
I didn’t think id make past 30 after my mother passed
28–30? Another nervous breakdown. Suicidal again. Sleeping in my studio. Staying with friends and family. Losing everything.
30, moved to Atlanta with $1,000 because the Lord told me to “go to a place I’ll show you.”
31–32, worked odd jobs trying to survive depressed
33, suicidal again. God told me to launch out into the deep and start my tailoring business.
34, grandmother died.
35, worked triples.
36, stepmother died.
37–40… a LOT happened. Serviced 250 celebrities. Faced betrayal, heartbreak, disappointments, fear, depression and uncertainty. I later realized I was dissociated and carrying complex PTSD. Survival mode and grief had become my identity. And yes, I believe in therapy. My therapist has been life-changing.
BUT somehow God turned it into a love story between a Father and His daughter. He allowed me to really see Him as my Dad. I returned home to my father’s house once again!
One of the reasons I created
@therestoredbody is because I got tired of watching women silently unravel while still functioning. High-functioning grief is real. Women carrying pain with no safe place to land is real.
But this story is no longer just about pain and sorrow. It’s about a woman who gave God her grief and allowed Him to turn it into godly grief… the kind that transforms you instead of destroying you.
To the woman who feels like she has nothing left in her… keep going.
Because if I made it through, so can you. 🤍