I didn’t set out to build a wellness blog. I set out to survive. Fibromyalgia had left me hollow, exhausted, and disconnected — from my body, from my purpose, and from the woman I used to be. What began as desperate Google searches in the middle of the night became a quiet invitation from God to come back to life — through food, faith, motherhood, and even my curls. This space is the journal I never planned to share, and the prayers I didn’t know others needed to hear. If you’re a woman of faith trying to heal naturally — while still showing up for your family, your home, and your identity — you’re in the right place. You’re not late. You’re not lost. You’re just home.