People love to throw your past in your face like it’s supposed to break you. But here’s the truth: I lived it. I cried through it, survived it, and—most importantly—I healed from it.
If you want the story, I’ll tell it myself, start to finish, and I’ll do it with no shame in my voice. Every mistake, every heartbreak, every lesson learned in the dark—those are chapters I’ve made peace with. I don’t run from my past; I own it. I’ve swept out the shadows and turned them into stepping stones.
So, if you came to drag me down, you might want to sit down and take some notes instead.
Because this isn’t a scandal.
It’s a testimony.
Every scar is proof that I survived. Every setback taught me something I needed to know. And every time I was counted out, I got back up—stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever.
You see, overcoming isn’t about pretending you’ve never struggled. It’s about standing tall and saying, “Yes, I’ve been through it. And I’m still here.”
That’s not just survival—it’s victory.
So, here’s to everyone who’s made peace with their past and is unashamed to tell their story. Your journey isn’t something to hide. It’s something to celebrate.
Reba Nietert 