The world once saw only a haunting image — a frail woman with hollow eyes and trembling hands. 😢
But behind that photo was a soul who had endured storms most could never imagine.

Misty Loman wasn’t just fighting one battle. She was fighting three: lupus, bone cancer, and scleroderma — illnesses that attacked her body from every direction 💉💔. And yet, even deeper than the physical pain was the ache of loss — three of her beloved children gone too soon 👩‍👦‍👦💔.

Grief pulled her into darkness. Addiction became her escape. The world judged what they saw on the outside, not realizing it was the picture of a woman trying desperately to survive.

But life wasn’t finished with Misty. 🌿✨

Through faith, community, and the quiet strength within her, she began to rebuild.
One prayer, one step, one sunrise at a time. 🙏🌅

She found purpose in her pain — helping others in recovery, sharing her story, proving that even shattered lives can be made whole again. Today, Misty stands as living proof that grace is greater than grief, and that beauty isn’t in perfection, but in perseverance. 💞🌈

She didn’t just survive — she rose.
Not as the woman the world once pitied, but as a beacon of hope for everyone still fighting their way back to the light. 🌻💫