Becoming Who I Was Being Prepared to Be

There are moments when you look at your life and think, Who knew I would be here?

And then there are moments when the answer comes just as clearly.

God knew.

As I reflect on this season of my life, I feel deeply humbled and grateful. Not only for the good and beautiful moments, but also for the hard ones. The painful, heart-breaking experiences that I wouldn’t have chosen, yet somehow shaped me anyway.

I’ve learned that growth doesn’t come neatly packaged. It often comes through loss, uncertainty, and being stretched beyond what feels comfortable. And still, I believe none of it is wasted. It has all carried meaning, even when I couldn’t see it at the time.

I am especially grateful for the love, support, and guidance of Tiffany Berg Coughran and Mathew Bass. Their presence and encouragement during this experience helped me gain new tools, deeper understanding, and a renewed sense of purpose. Tools not only to assist and support others, but also to continue doing the important work within myself.

Healing isn’t something you complete and move on from. It’s ongoing. It’s learning to show yourself compassion. It’s choosing to love yourself more honestly. And it’s allowing growth to happen even when it feels vulnerable.

I feel doors opening. New opportunities unfolding. Not out of striving, but out of readiness. And for that, I am truly grateful.

I also know I’m not walking this path alone.

I feel my grandma’s presence often. My angel Grams. I carry her love with me, and I believe she continues to guide and support me in ways I can’t always explain, but deeply feel. I miss her. And I’m thankful for the legacy of strength, care, and faith she left behind.

This journey has reminded me that becoming is not accidental. It’s intentional. It’s guided. And when we’re willing to learn from both the joy and the pain, we step more fully into who we were always meant to be.