Whose Your Angel?

There comes a moment in life when you realize you didn’t survive on strength alone.

For a long time, I believed resilience was something we either had or didn’t. That if you made it through the hardest chapters, it was because you somehow dug deeper, tried harder, or endured more pain than the next person. But as I began writing this memoir, a quieter truth kept surfacing—one I could no longer ignore.

We are not meant to do life alone.

Looking back, I can see the fingerprints of angels all over my story. Not angels with wings, but angels who showed up when I was tired, lost, angry, or ready to give up. They didn’t always fix things. Sometimes they didn’t even have the right words. But they stayed. They believed when I couldn’t. They stood in the gap when life felt heavier than my ability to carry it.

Some angels were meant to walk with me for years. Others appeared for a single moment and changed everything. A conversation. A choice. A hand reaching out when I didn’t know how to ask. Each one strengthened me in ways I didn’t recognize at the time—but I do now.

This memoir is not just a story of survival. It’s a story of being carried.

As you read these pages, I challenge you to pause and reflect on your own life. Who was there when you needed someone most? Who helped you stand when you were ready to fall? Who spoke hope into your life when the world was loud with doubt?

And maybe—just maybe—your angel hasn’t revealed themselves yet.

Sometimes angels arrive exactly when we think we’re alone. Sometimes they’re already walking beside us, waiting for us to notice. And sometimes, we’re being shaped by our experiences so that one day, we become the angel for someone else.

My hope is that as you read this memoir, you’ll begin to see your story differently. Not just through the pain—but through the people who helped you survive it. Because strength isn’t found in doing life alone.

It’s found in the angels who help us become who we were always meant to be.