I’ve faced a lot of tragedies in my life.

My first born died from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome at 3 months old, my second son has intellectual disabilities, I was in a bad marriage and my divorce destroyed me financially. Then, I met a wonderful man and got married. But four weeks after our wedding, he was diagnosed with Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis and became confined to a powerchair.

Very quickly I became a caregiver as well as a newlywed. I had my three kids, my husband and my mother who lives with us depending on me. I was working, being a mom, a caregiver, a caring daughter and keeping the house running. It was overwhelming, exhausting and terrifying.

I also started to feel resentful because that didn’t leave me much time for me.