It’s my birthday. I finally have a home… but I still feel like I can’t breathe.

I finally got approved for a home… but now I’m trying not to let fear mess this up.

I lost my niece… and everything else around me feels like it’s falling apart too.

A real-time account of mediation, false accusations, and the moment everything became clear in a broken relationship.

Today my son turned 25… and I’m sitting here realizing I’m somebody’s grandma.

It’s Valentine’s Day… and I’m sitting in my van trying not to fall apart.

One month separated. One week homeless. And I don’t know what comes next—but I know I have to keep moving.