I started this community 14 days ago. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be. I kept brainstorming, second-guessing, circling around ideas. But after everything that’s happened in the last few weeks, it’s clear now — this space has a purpose. My life has been hell and back. I was abused, blackmailed, and lost custody of my son. I was strangled in front of him until my heart stopped. My fiancé’s face was broken trying to save me. That should’ve been my ending. But God said no. He pulled me back. He gave me another shot, and I refuse to waste it. This isn’t a pretty, polished, feel-good community. It’s real. It’s for the broken, the fighters, the ones who’ve been told they’re not enough. Here we tell the truth, share testimonies, and remind each other that even in the darkest places — we are not alone. If no one’s told you today: YOU are NEEDED. YOU are WANTED. YOU are LOVED. YOU are most definitely WORTH IT. YOU still have breath in your lungs for a reason. Welcome home.