Finding My Way

Angie,

I see you.

You came up in a world full of bottles and broken promises, watching grown folks drown their pain while you tried to figure out who you were supposed to be. Times kept changing, rules kept shifting, and you were just out here trying to fit in, grateful.

You’ve been walking that thin line, just trying to find the high ground on the right road, even when it feels like you’re moving in slow motion. Then came that day with the neighbor’s pitbull, when life almost ended in a backyard for no good reason. You were mauled so bad it’s a miracle you’re still breathing. But you are. And that scarred skin is proof that you’ve already survived what should’ve taken you out.

You understand hard times in a way most people never will. You know that the good times don’t just show up—you make them, piece by piece, if you can fight your way through the storms. Life will always be a challenge for people like you, the ones who mostly only have themselves to lean on. But still, you’re trying to rise, to climb up high enough to finally see the view, whispering prayers to the big man above, asking for strength, asking for guidance, asking for the courage to drop to your knees and keep going when you’re tired.

You’re not alone, though. You’ve got Nick. A man who really loves you, not just for your smile, but for your scars, your stories, your stubborn heart. Together, you and him are like two broken pieces that somehow fit—each of you holding what the other one is missing. You fight, you laugh, you fall out, you make up. Like every couple, you’ve got your highs and lows, your good days and your “don’t talk to me” days. But under all of that, there’s love, and that’s rare.

You’re just like so many people in this world right now—tired, hopeful, a little scared, but still looking for a better way. And that’s what makes you powerful. You’re not perfect, but you’re still here. You’re still trying. You’re still reaching for something higher than where you started.

Keep going, Angie. Your story isn’t over. It’s just getting real.