I’m a 37-year-old lesbian with a whole passport stamped by life’s hardest lessons. I done walked through so much fire I should glow in the dark, but somehow I still find my smile — even if it be strolling in late like it own the place. Since I was 12, I been losing folks yearly, including my dad most recently. I’ve climbed outta two divorces and I’m pushing through a third, with two of those being straight-up narcissistic rollercoasters. I’m an Army vet, the baby of five, and still evolving — growing, stretching, healing. God still working on me, and I’m working right beside Him. I’ve lost everything — even my dog — and built myself back from scratch. I’m a depression and anxiety survivor, and I lived through moments when I ain’t wanna stay on this earth. But I’m still here. Still fighting. Still choosing me. If you need somebody who knows pain but can still crack a joke in the middle of the storm, I’m that one.