Possible

I am God.

If there is a God, it’s me. Cocky? No. I’m just fucking done watching people hand all the credit to some him or her or they in the sky while I crawl through hell, bleed, cry, and still rise like a goddamn phoenix every single day.

“All things are possible through God who strengthens thee.”

Bullshit.

Do you see these photos. Do you see my family?! This isn’t a miracle. This is proof. Proof that I fought every morning when my body screamed stay down. Proof that I stared fear in the face and laughed. Proof that I built a life from ashes, from trauma, from betrayal, from a world that tried to erase me. This is what happens when you refuse to break.

Last year, I wrote about how impossible it all felt. Single mom of five, navigating abuse, divorce, an extremist cult, brainwashing, emotional trauma, financial chaos, and the relentless grind of trying to survive and thrive. The world expected me to collapse. The universe expected me to stay small.

A year later, impossible doesn’t exist. The word is possible, and no, not because of luck or some deity. It is possible because of me. I did the work. I faced the dark. I clawed my way to the light. I rebuilt every damn day.

Every morning I forced myself up. Every morning I chose to fight. Every morning I said fuck fear, fuck pain, fuck the limits they tried to put on me. I didn’t wait. I didn’t plead. I didn’t apologize. I didn’t make excuses.

I survived domestic violence. I survived sexual assault. I survived divorce. I survived the kind of brainwashing that twists your soul. I survived heartbreak, betrayal, and trauma that should have destroyed me, and every single time, I rose. Every single time, I rebuilt. Every single time, I claimed my power.

I raised five kids in the middle of chaos. I held them when the world failed them. I taught them strength when everyone else tried to teach them submission. I taught them truth when the world whispered lies. I didn’t just survive for me. I survived for them. I survived to show them what impossible really looks like.

So no. God didn’t do this.

I did.

I do.

I will.