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There Is Still Plenty of Life to Live

By The Artful Woman
Lately, it has been hot, so I decided to do something that would make life a little easier. I cooked a bunch of different meals in the crock pot, put them into containers, and froze them. That way, when the weather is hot, I wouldn't have to do much cooking. Then a flyer came in from the local Mexican market. They had pineapples, plantains, mangoes, watermelon, cucumbers—fresh fruits and vegetables at really good prices. They also had beef shanks. So after the gym, I had my caretaker take me to the store. I already had plenty of food at home. I had meals in the freezer, food in the refrigerator, and everything I needed. I wasn't going to the store because I was running out of food. But when I got there, something happened. I felt happy. The store was colorful and full of fresh food. I could choose one of this, two of that, three of something else. I wasn't limited to whatever quantity happened to come in a package. I could actually look at what I wanted and decide what I wa...
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Holding On Through Trauma, Loss & Healing

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By The Artful Woman




 People ask me how I’m holding on after everything that happened to me. How do you keep going when one person’s reckless decision permanently changes your life?

The truth is, some days I’m barely holding on by a thread.

One man’s choice didn’t just destroy my car. It destroyed my livelihood, my body, and my ability to live the life I built. He took my leg. And as a photographer and artist, my work depended on being on my feet—moving constantly, creating memories, capturing love, telling stories through my lens. That life was taken from me in an instant.

Now I live with constant anxiety about how I’m going to pay my rent, cover my bills, and survive while trying to heal from catastrophic injuries. I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have a landlord who has shown compassion and patience, but the reality is, that understanding can only last so long.

There are days when I feel one wrong word away from a panic attack.

But I’ve learned that I cannot afford to live in fear. I cannot let my mind stay trapped in worst-case scenarios or obsess over what could happen. I refuse to create that reality for myself. I refuse to surrender to hopelessness.

So instead, every single day, I choose to believe that somehow things will work out. I choose to believe that I will survive this. That I will heal. That I will rebuild my life. Because fear is heavy, and I simply cannot afford to stay in that energy mentally, emotionally, or spiritually.

Sometimes what we focus on becomes our reality, so I fight every day to hold onto hope, even when it’s hard.

If my story has touched you, I’m asking for help. Your donations, shares, and support are helping me stay housed, continue healing, and hold onto the little stability I have left while I rebuild my life after this devastating accident.

Even sharing my GoFundMe could make a difference.


https://gofund.me/3c244a6f8



Thank you for seeing me, hearing me, and helping me keep going.

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