They say April showers bring May flowers, but honey, May came through looking more like a monsoon than a gentle spring rain. This month tested every ounce of faith I thought I had stored up—from Mother's Day struggles to questioning Unashamed's future. But sometimes God uses our exhaustion to sit us down and remind us why we started. Here's my raw truth about when adventure looks different than expected.

From crack house to God's house, sold by my own mother at age 4 to becoming a grandmother who broke the cycle, my journey through motherhood wasn't what I planned, but it's exactly what God ordained. This Mother's Day, I'm honoring the five women who mothered me and sharing how I found healing in the most unexpected places. For every woman wrestling with complicated mother-daughter relationships or parenting from a place of broken patterns, this message is for you.

As a 42-year-old Black woman, my health journey has been complex. After years of suffering with heavy periods, I had an endometrial ablation that stopped the bleeding but left other symptoms. When perimenopause hit, I finally got hormones checked and started HRT. Now I'm sleeping better and hot flashes have calmed down. Ladies, why are we so quiet about these things? We deserve doctors who listen. Our bodies aren't betraying us, they're changing, and that deserves respect.