Reviews

Reading your book broke my heart in ways I can’t fully explain. Reading this book felt like stepping into the heart of someone I have loved and looked up to for so long. I have always loved you, but after reading your story, I love you in a way that feels even deeper — with a kind of ache, gratitude, and admiration that words almost can’t hold. To see everything you carried, everything you endured, and everything you survived laid bare on those pages was overwhelming. The addiction, the abuse, the fear, the surgeries, the grief of losing babies, the pain of rebuilding yourself again and again — it is almost impossible to comprehend how much one person can be asked to carry in a lifetime. Knowing your story personally made every page hit even harder. I’ve always known pieces of what you survived, but seeing it all laid out so honestly — the addiction, the pain, the abuse, the grief of loss, the surgeries, the miscarriages, and every battle you fought just to keep going — gave me an even deeper respect for the strength you carry. What makes this book so powerful is not just what you’ve been through, but the way you chose to tell it. There is so much raw honesty in your words. You didn’t hide the ugly parts, you didn’t soften the truth, and that kind of vulnerability is something not many people are brave enough to give. It takes incredible courage to revisit the darkest parts of your life and turn them into something that could help someone else feel less alone. What hit me the hardest was knowing that while you were living through some of the darkest and most painful parts of your life, you were still loving me. You were still protecting me. You were still making sure I felt safe. As a child in your home, I never saw the abuse. I never knew the fear you must have been living with behind closed doors. I never felt the weight you were carrying because you never let it touch me. You somehow took all of that pain on your own shoulders and still created a home that felt warm, safe, and full of love. Looking back now, that kind of strength feels almost impossible to understand. As someone who was lucky enough to be loved by you and welcomed into your home, this book meant even more to me. To read about the things you were carrying while still opening your heart and your home to others — while still choosing to nurture, protect, and love — was deeply emotional. Even in the middle of your own pain, trauma, and fear, you still gave people safety. You still gave me safety. That says everything about the kind of woman you are. You gave me shelter when I needed it most. You gave me comfort, stability, and care at a time in my life when those things meant everything. You made space for me in your life when you already had more than enough on your plate. You gave so much of yourself, even when you were already running on empty. That kind of love — selfless, fierce, and protective — is something I will never forget for as long as I live. Reading your book made me realise just how much you shielded me from. While I was safe in your care, feeling loved and protected, you were fighting battles I was too young to even understand. You were surviving things no one should ever have to survive, yet somehow you still found softness for me. You still found patience. You still found the strength to mother, to nurture, and to protect. That is the kind of woman you are. Not just strong in the way people casually use that word, but truly strong in the deepest sense — the kind of strength that survives hell and still chooses love. The kind of strength that keeps going when everything is trying to break you. The kind of strength that turns pain into compassion instead of bitterness. You are one of the strongest women I have ever known. Not because life was kind to you, but because it wasn’t — and you still found a way to survive. More than that, you found a way to heal, to rebuild, and to become someone who could turn pain into purpose. Your story is devastating, beautiful, heartbreaking, and inspiring all at once. But more than anything, it is a testament to who you are: resilient, brave, loving, and extraordinary. This is not just a story about survival. It is a story about sacrifice. About motherhood in every form. About protecting others even when you yourself needed saving. This book is heartbreaking, inspiring, confronting, and beautiful all at once. It is a story of survival, but more than that, it is a story of resilience, love, and what it means to keep fighting when life gives you every reason not to. I am so proud of you for telling your story. I know how much strength it must have taken to relive so many painful memories, but I also know this book is going to help people. It will make people feel seen. It will make people feel less alone. It will show people that even after unimaginable pain, there can still be healing, hope, and light. I don’t think I will ever be able to fully thank you for what you gave me. For the home you gave me. For the love you gave me. For the safety you gave me without ever letting me see what it cost you. You carried pain so I could feel peace. You held fear so I could feel safe. You were hurting, and somehow you still chose to be gentle with me. That kind of love changes a person forever. Thank you for telling your story so honestly. Thank you for surviving. Thank you for letting people see the truth of what strength really looks like. And thank you — most of all — for everything you were to me when I needed you most. Thank you for trusting the world with your truth. Thank you for being the woman you are. And thank you for being such an important part of my life. This book is more than just a story — it is proof of your courage, your heart, and the incredible person you have always been. This book made me cry, made me ache, and made me understand even more deeply just how incredible you are. I will never stop being grateful for you. I will never stop admiring you. And I will never forget what you did for me. I will always admire you, and I will always be grateful for the love and care you gave me. This book only made me love and respect you even more. You didn’t just help raise me. You helped save parts of me too.