I Am Enough

I never thought I’d see the day when waking up alone would feel like freedom.Yet here I am—stretching out across my bed, unencumbered, unentangled, and genuinely happy. The happiest I’ve ever been, aside from the day my children were born.

For a long time, people questioned my desire to be married. “You already have kids,” they said. “Train them. See them as your husband.” As a Christian, that mindset never sat right with me—especially coming from other Christians. I grew up in a two-parent household. It wasn’t perfect, but I witnessed two adults navigating life together, and I know that shaped me in meaningful ways. I wanted that example for my children.

Ironically, my children—now grown—are the ones who’ve helped me see the truth. They’ve reminded me that I did a darn good job raising them on my own, without parading men in and out of their lives in hopes they’d become fathers. Looking back, I see clearly now: some of those men only came to take—to drain, to disrupt, and to destroy. And I’ve had to do the work of healing not just for myself, but for my children too.

My last relationship was the awakening I could no longer avoid. He took my time, my finances, my emotional energy—and then disappeared just six months after entering the U.S. What felt like devastation at the time was actually divine intervention. God used his exit to sharpen my discernment and to remind me that the only foundation that truly works is the one He designed.

I saw the red flags. I hoped they’d change. They didn’t.

Instead, the situation escalated—threats, fear, chaos. He endangered my life and my children’s lives. He attempted to entangle me with the law, calling the police over trivial, senseless issues. As a former correctional officer with a stellar career, I knew how serious this was. He tried to break me.

What he didn’t know was that his exit marked the beginning of my restart.

That was when reflection began. Renewal followed. I was forced to confront past trauma and sit in solitude long enough to finally ask myself the hard questions:Why was I attracting takers instead of givers?Why did I keep pouring into people who emptied me—of nurture, wisdom, finances, time, faith, and grace—without ever pouring back?

Almost a year after the divorce, I can say this with confidence: I have never been happier. I wake up with peace. I wake up with prayer. I wake up whole. What was meant to break me became the very thing that rebuilt me.

I couldn’t afford in-person therapy after everything I endured. So I listened to therapy. I watched therapy. And most importantly, I entered the prayer room. I cried out to God—and He heard me. Today, I live with a peace that cannot be overstated.

The journey wasn’t easy. Healing never is. It took one step at a time. And I know I’m not alone—so many others are walking through betrayal, loss, manipulation, and confusion, unable to afford the help they desperately need. Betrayal cuts deep, especially when you believe you’ve found your ride-or-die, only to learn the most valuable lesson of all: God must come first in everything.

That is why I wrote Restart Your Life.

This book is my process—my renewal laid bare. It’s a gentle but honest guide for anyone who feels broken, overlooked, betrayed, or stuck. It is proof that no matter what you’ve been through, you can begin again. One step at a time. With intention. With faith. With courage.

You can restart your life—starting now.

And no, I haven’t given up on love. Love is still one of God’s most beautiful gifts. I simply trust Him with the timing now. Until then, I pray, I wait, and I bask in His glory—knowing, at last, that I am enough.