Mother’s Day looks different for me this year. 

I’m celebrating through grief, consequences, healing, and faith. I’m walking through one of the hardest seasons of my life after my suicide attempt and losing my children to their father temporarily while I continue rebuilding my mental health and my life with God. 

For as long as I can remember, being a mom has been my identity, my purpose, my heartbeat. So sitting in the consequences of my brokenness has felt unbearable at times. There are moments I still wrestle with shame, regret, and heartbreak so deep it steals the air from my lungs. 

But God. 

God is meeting me here too. In the wreckage. In the consequences. In the silence. In the healing. He has not abandoned me because I struggled. He has not left me because I fell apart. He is teaching me that redemption is not just for the people who look put together — it’s for the broken, the grieving, and the ones rebuilding their lives one painful step at a time. 

This Mother’s Day, I may not hold my children the way I want to, but I still carry them every second in my heart. And I believe with everything in me that God is restoring me, strengthening me, and writing a story bigger than my worst moments. 

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18

“He restores my soul.” Psalm 23:3