This is where the fight, the struggle, and the victories—big and small—get the recognition they deserve. Every name, every face, every battle fought here represents what it means to keep going when life says stop.
This is where you see your story reflected in someone else’s. Where you honor the people who refuse to back down. Where you realize—you’re not alone in the fight.
I do hard stuff. That’s not just a motto for me—it’s how I’ve made it through every chapter of my life. I was born with Marshall Syndrome, a rare genetic disorder that affects the collagen in my body. While most people lose collagen at around 2% a year, I lose five to six. That’s every organ, every joint, every part of me constantly working harder just to function. I’ve had 18 surgeries so far—three of them emergencies. And yet, I’m still here—still breathing, still showing up, still smiling.
I’ve gone blind behind the wheel on my way to class. I kept going. I was working full time, in college, trying to hold everything together while navigating a world I could no longer clearly see. I still deal with that vision loss today. Later, I woke up one morning and realized I couldn’t hear—profound hearing loss in both ears. It was quiet in a way I wasn’t ready for. But I figured it out. Then came the night I nearly died. An emergency surgery for an abscess that blocked my airway landed me in the ICU for seven days. And still—I got up. I kept going. I went back to work. Back to life. Not because it was easy, but because I believed it mattered.
Through every single moment, God has never let me go. I believe I was created on purpose, for a purpose. My story—the one I live every day—is my version of His story. It’s the gift I’ve been given, and it’s the gift I get to give. This life, even with everything it’s thrown at me, is still full of joy. Of purpose. Of love. And that’s why I keep doing hard stuff—because I believe someone else is watching, waiting to find out if they can do it too. And I want to be the proof that they can.
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