Meet 
Heather

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In 2021, I lost the love of my life to Covid. We had both been sick at the same time and for months, I suffered from survivor guilt. I fell into such a dark depression that the thought of living felt too heavy. Day after day, I would wake up to the same pain in my chest that I fell asleep with. Selfishly, I didn’t want to feel the pain that his absence had left, but our youngest was 15, and I knew she needed me to pull it together. I knew if I didn’t do something, I might die from a broken heart.

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I’m here to tell you that’s a REAL thing!

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I decided the best way to honor his life was not to waste mine. I’ll never know why my life was spared, and my lungs were able to fight off the infection, but I knew his life was worth honoring. He didn’t get the chance to rally back, so I rallied for us both.

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I started changing the way I ate, and the gym became my second home. For accountability, I shared my progress on Facebook. I knew that by making it public, I would be less likely to quit. I posted the late-night workouts, the bumps and bruises, the good snacks I found—everything!

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Fast forward a year into it, and I feel the strongest I have ever been. People began to tell me that the posts were inspiring and motivational, and it got me thinking - All the shit that life throws at us can be turned into something powerful. I’m stronger now BECAUSE of it.

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I could have easily stayed down; staying down is easy. Instead… I chose to live!

I choose daily to let something beautiful grow from it.

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