There was a time when I ran on autopilot, juggling the overwhelming demands of being a busy mom, a teacher, and a wife, relying solely on my own strength to do it all. I never thought to ask for help, convinced that I had to keep pushing through. But then came a moment of physical burnout that landed me in a hospital bed on New Year's Eve 2020, completely alone. For the first time in so long, there was no one there. I had bled so much that I passed out and was rushed to the ER. In that stillness, I realized I couldn't keep living this way. I didn’t want this hustle, this life of isolation and constant striving. I surrendered to the Lord, inviting Him into my life, and I knew I couldn’t do it on my own anymore. I needed community, prayer, and His strength to navigate through the challenges. I didn't want to keep running on autopilot—I wanted to seek God and lean on Him instead.