Survival seasons don’t look pretty🤍
The toughest season of my life didn’t look brave while I was in it.
It looked like survival.
Ten years ago, I went through a divorce and became a single mom to three kids, ages 10 to 16. Suddenly, everything was on me.
I had to find a better job.
A place for us to live.
Figure out how to parent most of the time on my own.
Pay the bills.
Get the car fixed.
Shovel the snow.
Sit alone at parent-teacher nights.
There were nights I cried myself to sleep, feeling like I was running as hard as I could and still getting nowhere.
Every time I felt like I got a step ahead, something happened—
the car broke down,
the kids needed school clothes,
Christmas was coming and I didn’t know how I’d make it work.
I felt like I was drowning.
No shore in sight.
No light at the end of the tunnel.
And yet… I kept going.
Now, fast forward ten years, and I see it differently.
I did a good job.
Even when it didn’t feel like it.
Even when I doubted myself.
I provided for my children financially and emotionally.
I learned how to do things I had never done on my own.
I grew into a version of myself I didn’t even know existed.
Looking back, I think:
How did I do all of that?
How did I survive that season?
The answer is resilience.
We are so much stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
And sometimes, the hardest chapters of our lives are the ones that quietly prove just how capable we really are.
If you’re in the middle of it right now—keep going.
One day, you’ll look back and realize:
You were stronger than you ever thought.






























































































❤️ you did a great job !! It is very true what you said we are stronger than we give ourselves credit for very meaningful words you spoke!! Resilience is very extremely true ☺️