There was a time I truly thought my life was over. And in many ways… the life I knew was. Everything changed. I lost my confidence, my direction, my peace. Half of everything I worked my entire life for. But I kept moving—one step at a time, one day at a time. I remember thinking, I just want my kids to be proud of me. Now, five years later, I can finally say: I’m OK. The process was painful, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But through it, I’ve grown, I’ve healed, and I’ve been able to rebuild