Throwback to days where my 5’9” frame only held 110 lbs, my hair was falling out, I had ulcers on my body, and I was constantly in the hospital due to terrible flare ups or bouts with pneumonia. The only thing that would make me smile was visits from kids. My dad asked us to take this picture and the last thing I wanted to do was smile but my son was already so worried about me and I could see it in his eyes. A lot of the times I would suck up my pain to put on a brave face for my kids. I’m thankful for these memories to remind myself how far I’ve come along. I have days where I still struggle with my mental health but I see this and am reminded I am a child of God who has brought me from situations that others have not survived. I am a fighter and I refuse to give up now.

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