So what if my marriage failed? I’m hardly the only one who’s divorced. If I can’t be a good wife, then I’ll be a good mother.
Some grievances are understood only by the person who bears them. Some kinds of growth can only come through pain.
Time and again, on the brink of despair, I pulled myself out of the mire and walked toward the light.
I never imagined that, in middle age, I could find love again, reconnect with my family, and build a career.
I did it. I can be my own light...