One year ago today—April 1, 2024—I thought it was another day. I was getting ready to head to work, business as usual, with tension swirling in the background. But then I got a call.

“You don’t sound good,” they said.

“I’m fine,” I replied. “Just getting ready for work.”

“No, you’re not,” came the reply. “You’re going to the doctor.”

And I did.

That visit changed my life. The doctor said all my numbers were dangerously high—stress, blood pressure, everything. That same day, I emailed the benefits team and requested FMLA. I set my out-of-office message. That was the beginning of a new journey.

A year of therapy.
A year of medication.
A year of trying to reclaim my peace.

In May, I lost my brother.
The grief was and still is overwhelming.
But somehow, in July, I returned to work.
Still healing. Still fragile.
Still navigating the complex politics of the workplace.

The shenanigans haven’t stopped—but neither has God.

Isaiah 26:3 reminds me: “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are stayed on You.”
Jeremiah 29:11 promises: “For I know the plans I have for you… to give you a future and a hope.”
And Philippians 1:6 assures me: “He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion.”

Some days are tough.
Some days are really tough.
But God is helping me.
And for that—I give thanks.

“Sometimes the greatest act of faith is not getting up and moving forward, but staying still long enough for God to restore you.”
— Unknown

“Even when I cannot trace His hand, I will trust His heart.”
— Inspired by Proverbs 3:5-6

“No matter how long the night is, the morning will surely come.”
— Nigerian Proverb

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