On The Darkest Day, Choosing Presence

On the darkest day of the year, sitting by the fire with fear, uncertainty, and fierce love, I found myself choosing presence over productivity, truth over silence, and softness over control. In this intimate reflection, I share what surfaced after receiving unexpected MRI results, how generational patterns revealed themselves, and the quiet, sacred moments with my children that reminded me why I am still here—breathing, loving, choosing light even in the dark. This is a story of fear, healing, and returning home to myself.

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