It's been said you never really know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have. I've been through a lot this past year, from the social media petty parties to admitting my mom into a psyche ward. In My Own Words I offer my truths without filters, ad-libs or edits. I share my struggle with what seemed an unforgiving storm of tests of my faith. I had an up close and personal pass to the private suffering from the public humiliation of the man I loved. With the full dissolution of my marriage ranging from a bi-coastal separation, to an amicable divorce. It seemed all too unreal to hear the words "something terrible has happened to your brothers". Losing them both at once, at a time when we were just starting to become closer seemed so unfair; it all seemed so unfair! Then I would put my grief on hold to plan their funeral. How was I to remain strong and keep pushing? I had to, there was no other option; my daughter was watching. She's my motivation, she's what's keeps me going. So with God, prayer, and faith; I just kept moving.