Life has a funny way of testing our strength when we least expect it. Recently, I found myself facing a challenge I didn’t see coming. It wasn’t something I planned for but it is necessary. Healing, it turns out, isn’t just about medicine—it’s also about support. Right now, I’m in a season where I can’t do all the things I normally do. Simple tasks have become difficult, and some days feel heavier than others. But I know that recovery is not a solo journey and that is why I'm reaching out. Whether it’s through a meal, a ride, a message of encouragement, or just a little patience while I get back on my feet, your support means more than you know. It’s not easy asking for help, but I’ve learned that there’s strength in vulnerability. Every kind gesture helps me heal faster, not just physically, but emotionally. It reminds me that I’m not alone in this. And when I’m better, I promise to pay it forward with all the gratitude I’m carrying now. So thank you—for listening, for caring, and for being part of my healing story.