I’ve been struggling with inspiration. I have been praying about this one single post for months, actually for years. I’ve thought about it, wondered what I would write about. I’ve gotten angry with myself about it, basically I’ve been totally overthinking it! I overthink a lot! However, I am working to change that.

Early one morning about a week ago as I lay in bed praying, reflecting, and having a conversation with the Most High and with myself; inspiration hit me. I decided that I am going to tell Her story. Her is a 50-year-old American black woman born in the South. I want to make it clear that Her story is not about a woman whose parents were crack heads and pimps, nor was she in and out of prison or living on the streets. That is NOT the average black woman’s story. I also want to make it clear that this is not a story about race. Her just happens to be black.

This story is about an average woman’s life. Her childhood, upbringing, relationships, friendships, struggles, good times, and life lessons. What I have noticed is that every woman’s story is so different, so unique: however every woman’s story is so generally the same. I believe that by sharing our stories, we can help each other overcome and thrive!