“I thought I was no longer beautiful…”

When I first lost my leg, that was the thought that haunted me. I felt weak when I had once been strong. I was afraid—afraid I’d never rise above it, afraid I’d never recognize myself again. I felt lost… incomplete.

But over time, I realized something powerful: my thoughts shape my reality. I stopped focusing on what I had lost and started wondering, what could I do with my new leg?

I had to work hard to find my strength again—to silence the fear of what people might think of me, and instead focus on what I thought of myself. I learned that healing starts with how we speak to ourselves.

No, my prosthetic doesn’t make me a superhero.
But it helps me do super amazing things.

I’m a domestic violence survivor.
I rebuilt my life from the ground up, with my disability—and with my daughter beside me. I went on a week-long retreat at Camp Freedom. I walk to work. I take care of my home as a single mom. I hold everything together after my assault… even when it’s hard.

And it was hard. I got lost again for a while. I started drinking.
But today—I’m 7 months sober. I’m rebuilding a peaceful, sober life for us. I feel accomplished. I feel alive.

And most of all?
I feel powerful.