My Next Chapter: Choosing Myself at 47

There are moments in life when you feel the ground shift under your feet—not because something is falling apart, but because something inside you finally wakes up. That’s where I am right now.

My story has never been smooth. At 13 years old, childhood ended for me. My mother walked out of our home and disappeared from my life until the day I graduated. I didn’t get an explanation, a warning, or a goodbye. Suddenly, it was just me and my daddy, and I watched him break in ways a child should never have to witness.

I learned to cook, clean, work, and shoulder more responsibility than most teenagers can imagine. That was the beginning of my strength, even if I didn’t recognize it at the time.

Years later, life didn’t slow down—it intensified.

At 20, I became a mother under circumstances most people don’t live through. I went into labor at 26 weeks, alone, scared, and confused. I delivered a 2-pound baby girl who was rushed into the NICU before I even had time to process what had happened.

For weeks, I split myself between caring for my newborn and caring for my dying mother. And then, at 25, I lost my father—the one person who had always been steady, loving, and true.

And through all of it, I kept going. I kept choosing compassion.

I built a career in nursing rooted in empathy, kindness, and understanding. I built my coaching business from that same place—because I’ve lived through the kind of moments that change a person’s soul.

But there has always been a dream waiting quietly in the background:

finishing my RN.

I attempted it once in my early twenties, but that season of my life was stacked with too much grief, too much responsibility, and too many people who needed me. I didn’t fail—it wasn’t my time.

Now, at 47 years old, it finally is.

I’ve made the decision to return for my ASN first, take my boards, and become the RN I’ve always known I could be. And after that? UAB will pay for my BSN, and eventually, my master’s.

I’m not doing this to chase a title.

I’m doing this because I’ve outgrown the box I’ve been living in.

Because I’m meant to lead, teach, guide, and make a bigger impact.

Because my life experience makes me a stronger nurse, not a tired one.

And because somewhere in my heart, this feels like honoring my daddy—the man who believed in me long before I believed in myself.

Life didn’t give me an easy path.

But it gave me grit.

It gave me resilience.

It gave me a story worth sharing.

And it gave me a purpose I refuse to ignore.

So here I am, stepping into my next chapter with bravery, clarity, and a fire inside me that’s been building for years.

If you’re reading this, I hope you find a piece of your own strength in my story.

It’s never too late to become the woman you were meant to be. 💛

Every story has a turning point.

If you’re ready for yours, I’m here to walk with you.

I offer one-on-one coaching to help you find direction, balance, and confidence during life’s hardest seasons.

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