My breast cancer journey has been no secret to most, but I must admit, I haven’t been completely honest with everyone. 

I posted my victories with all smiles as if this hasn’t been the hardest three years of my life.

My body has been pushed to its limits and my faith was tested daily, but I thought exposing the ugly truth meant I was being ungrateful. The woman in the wheelchair pic is beyond stubborn and her pride has caused plenty of grief.

Preparing for my recent breast reconstruction revision surgery over the past month has been an emotional rollercoaster. I’ve cried more nights than not as I coped with some great loss, accepted my weaknesses and overcame the fear of leaping toward my purpose.

The hardest part was admitting I NEED HELP.

I was the strong friend known for the phrase,“I’ll handle it,” but I was starting to fall apart and it manifested in my decreased physical and emotional health. Once I realized it was ok to not be ok, there was instant relief.  

I approached breast cancer like any other to-do; something “I” can handle.

But little did I know my diagnosis would force me to make myself a priority and give myself permission to be vulnerable (which included therapy).  

I can’t thank everyone enough for all the love and support I’ve received over along my journey. The prayers, support of my participation in the nationwide Ulta BCRF Gorgeous Way to Give campaign, calls, texts, packages and most of all the care from my “home nurses” has meant the world.

Last night’s cry was different.

My tears were overflowing love from my thankful heart.

Please check on your strong friends.

Ask them how they are really doing.

Depression and anxiety can disguise itself as a posh, workaholic or the carefree socialite.