My name is Kate. While my story may be unique to me- it’s not that crazy. I’m just a regular chick trying to navigate my way through this messy world and leave people a little bit better than I found them.
They say when it rains it pours. I think that’s true. A few short years ago, when my son was just a baby- I was trying to juggle first time motherhood, being laid off from a job, and starting my own company. I was also trying to reclaim my life and my health by getting back into shape and losing the extra weight I was carrying around that I wanted to blame on the baby but was really just my own unhealthy habits. I was just starting to hit my stride and make the progress I wanted to make, when a wrench was thrown into the plan. I was targeted and I was raped. That event left me reeling. No one ever tells you about how something like that can so completely mess you up for so long.
I wish I would have known then what I know now. I wish I would have known about an ugly little thing called victim blaming. I wish I would have known how to cope better and not allow myself to be so stuck for so long. I wish someone would have warned me about the anger that would persist and nag and fester. And I wish someone would have told me that things get better…I could have saved myself a lot of wasted and lost time. I wish someone would have told me that I hadn’t seen anything yet in regard to tragedy and loss…I was so young and naive back then. All that- was nothing in comparison to what was coming.
We had some continued loss and heartache. We lost three babies in a row. Then, when things were finally looking up and life seemed to be throwing us a bone- my husband was diagnoses with stage 4 cancer three days after we learned that we were expecting our baby. Fast forward, and here I sit. A young widow and single mother of three. I’m left trying to put the pieces back together and learn how to cope and move forward grieving a life that was lost too early and grieving the life that will never be. I’ve learned something about myself though- I’m a fighter. It has taken me awhile and a lot of trial and error and tears but I’m back- not fully back- I don’t think anyone can fully come back from such a profound loss. While I may never be who I once was, I hope that who I am and who I will continue to develop into, will be better. Better, stronger, wiser and kinder than before. I continue to realize I choose how I write my story.
However, WeSurvived is not about my story. It’s about your story, his story and her story. It’s about our collective stories and how we are all survivors. We are warriors. We can’t always choose what happens to us- but we don’t have to be victims in our life. We can either let it define us- or refine us.
Life is messy. It’s complicated and it’s beautiful. Life is what we make it. We decide what legends we create.
This site will be what you make it. It’s dedicated to all of our younger selfs that just didn’t know any better. It’s dedicated to all those who perhaps we reach right at the moment when they need to hear, “It’s going to be alright”, “you’re going to make it through”, “things are going to get better”, “don’t you dare quit”. This site will be shaped by the experiences and wisdom of those who visit and leave their mark here.
What’s your story?