On the inside, my spirit was broken into pieces | On the outside, I masked it, very well | With a hyper cheerful personality | Faked my way through | But, I saw the light one day
I wrote a poem for my mother's service, which I called "A Mother's Love." On the tenth anniversary of her death, I wrote a Eulogy for a class project, and I have included both pieces as a tribute to my mother's life.
I felt very bad. I lacked even tears to cry. I only said one thing, "Be strong, Caro." And that was when my journey started...
The day started out like any other day. My daughter, Deondra Mae, was in the hospital again with pneumonia.
When I look back over my life, it has been filled with many roadblocks, bad choices, deaths, and adversities--yet, somehow, someway, I have always found the strength to carry on.
I would go to my clinic hiding my face and the day before visiting the clinic I didn't sleep. I kept on thinking how will I do tomorrow?? Who will I meet there?
This is not just a story about illness— it's about intuition. The terrifying silence of being dismissed. And the sacred roar of deciding to save yourself.
Sharing my stories and giving courage to others like me who can relate to some of my struggles and victories is a way I can give back to a community that has literally saved my life.
I left—not because I wanted to, but because I had to. I left to live.
To anyone who feels stuck, lost, or overlooked: Keep going. Your breakthrough might just be one bold step away.