Cancer Survivor

Where Does Your Faith Lie?

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XApril 14, 2019
I’ve pretty much been in a state of limbo since I got the news of my dads illness. It’s kind of hard to explain but I guess, only the people who have lived through it can relate to the lack of sufficient words that can be used to describe this

A Scar Means You Were Stronger

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XJune 6, 2018
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It’s Ok Not To Have It All

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XDecember 1, 2017
.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-title {}.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-content {color:#333333;font-size:20px;text-transform:none;font-family:Cabin;font-style:normal;font-weight:400;}.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-name {color:#333333;font-size:25px;text-transform:none;font-family:Cabin;font-style:normal;font-weight:400;}.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-occupation {color:#555555;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:0.7px;font-family:Cabin;font-style:normal;font-weight:400;} Last night I was chatting with my 7 year old daughter and she was telling me how she feels the odd one out as an only child among her peers. She says that it’s so unfair how she doesn’t have any brothers

I Am a Fighter

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XNovember 4, 2017
.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-title {}.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-content {color:#333333;font-size:20px;text-transform:none;font-family:Cabin;font-style:normal;font-weight:400;}.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-name {color:#333333;font-size:25px;text-transform:none;font-family:Cabin;font-style:normal;font-weight:400;}.kt-blocks-testimonials-wrap_b42bb6-d3 .kt-testimonial-occupation {color:#555555;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:0.7px;font-family:Cabin;font-style:normal;font-weight:400;} I have always ignored the fact that I may have depression. Mostly because my family members have always told me to ignore the depression or simply that, my problem wasn’t depression it was that I had nothing to do. So, I did,