In 2018, my world shattered. Miami, the love I thought would last forever, vanished like smoke, leaving me drowning in heartbreak and doubt. "Was I ever good enough?" my heart cried when the story closed like a locked door, lost in a storm of pain.

But this time, the hurt wasn't just a wound; it was a shovel, digging deep into old hurts. Childhood whispers of "not enoughness" and a dad's cruel words, "men always cheat," haunted every scar, every failed love. I believed the lie: I was unlovable, disposable.

But not anymore. 2018 became my year of "enough is enough." I started my journey with God, tears washing away the lies. I begged for the truth, for forgiveness, for the grace to heal. It was a battle, each sob a hard-won victory. And slowly, like a flower pushing through the cracks, I found my identity in Christ: I am worthy. I am loved. I am enough.

My broken heart, a compass with a twist, led me back to my healing. Now, I stand tall like a lighthouse, shining a light for other women lost in the storm of self-doubt. Together, we rise, our light blazing against the darkness. We are enough.