Some women are handed a map.
She had to carve the path with her own two hands.
She wasn’t handed peace.
Or protection.
Or an easy out.
Life threw its punches—
and she took them.
She spit out the blood.
Swallowed the tears.
And kept going.
Her story?
It’s not tidy.
It’s not a highlight reel.
It’s full of heartbreak and hard choices,
shaky hands and sleepless nights,
moments where her spirit whispered, “I can’t,”
but her feet kept moving anyway.
This—
this is what resilience really looks like.
It’s not polished.
It’s not Instagram-worthy.
It’s not wrapped in daily affirmations or curated vision boards.
It’s raw.
It’s real.
It’s getting up again—when no one even knows how hard it was to open your eyes that morning.
If this is you… welcome.
You’re not broken.
You’re not behind.
You are not too much, and you are certainly not not enough.
You are a woman who’s been surviving in a world that hasn’t made it easy.
But you’re here now.
Not just to survive—
but to rise.
Not because you’re done being tired,
but because some part of you—
maybe a tiny, trembling part—
still hopes there’s more than just this.
And there is.
There’s a version of you…
Who knows how to breathe again.
Who trusts her own voice.
Who says no without guilt and yes without fear.
Who sees overwhelm not as her identity,
but as a signal—
a whisper that something needs to shift,
and that she is allowed to shift with it.
This isn’t about pretending life isn’t hard.
It’s about meeting that hard with gentleness
and finally asking:
“What if I don’t have to do this alone anymore?”
You don’t. Not now. Not here.
This is your invitation:
To lay down the weight.
To catch your breath.
To remember who the hell you are underneath the exhaustion.
You are not too late.
You are not too far gone.
You are not broken beyond repair.
You are a phoenix.
And this?
This isn’t your ending.
This is your rise.
Erika Patterson Coaching 