Past Sunday was special. My friend Jessi invited me to church — something I honestly hadn’t done since I was a teenager. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel walking in, especially here in Paris, in the middle of such a tough chapter in my life. But it touched me deeply in a way I didn’t expect.

Sitting there, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. A reminder that even when life feels uncertain — losing the job I thought would support me here, the painful silence from someone I trusted — I’m not alone. There’s something bigger holding me, guiding me, even when I can’t see the whole picture yet.

Afterward, Jessi treated me to the most beautiful lunch feast. She knew I’d been struggling, and she showed up with love and kindness that reminded me how blessed I am. In the middle of all this chaos, I have friends and family who stand by me, who lift me when I feel low, and who remind me that I’ll get through this.

Yes, this time is challenging. It’s heavy and confusing. But I know I’ll come out of it stronger, better, and even more of the person I’m meant to be — happy, successful, and grateful for the journey.

For now, I’m holding onto moments like today. The love, the faith, the small reminders that I’m not walking through this alone.

And maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of a new kind of strength, one I never knew I had.