After the Collapse: How Losing Everything Became the Doorway to Becoming

There are some seasons in life that do not knock gently. They do not text ahead. They do not arrive with softness or subtlety. Some seasons crash in like a wrecking ball, swinging, screaming, dragging your whole life out into the yard by its edges. And if you’ve ever had a season like that, baby, you know exactly what I mean.

I didn’t stroll through a gentle transition. I didn’t have a cute little “growth era.”I didn’t experience one of those peaceful “soft life” resets that the internet glamorizes.

No. I got a full-on, front-row, popcorn-not-included demolition season.

And listen, I truly wanted to be one of those people who handle adversity with elegance, like the women online sipping green juice in matching yoga sets while saying things like, “I just surrendered the old so I could embrace the new.”But that is not my testimony.

My testimony was:“God, why is this happening? I’m trying my best and my best is clearly broken.”

The Season That Took Everything

Let’s tell the truth today, not the Instagram version, not the inspirationally-filtered version. The real truth. I went through a season where life stripped me down to my bones. And in that stripping, I lost almost everything:

I lost my job.

A layoff that knocked the wind out of me like someone pulled the rug, the floor, and the foundation all in one swoop.

I lost my car.

Repossession. I watched a tow truck carry away my independence like it was taking a napkin from a table. No sympathy. No warning. Just beep-beep, and she was gone.

I faced eviction.

Do you know what it feels like to stand in your own home and wonder if you’ll be allowed to stay there next week? It’s a fear that snatches your breath from the inside.

I lost friendships.

The kind of friends who swear they're your “day ones” until the days get hard. People who loved the version of me who was strong, stable, and convenient, but grew quiet when I became a woman in crisis.

I lost my sense of self.

This was the worst part. The version of me I had relied on, capable, responsible, hardworking, put-together, was now overwhelmed, afraid, exhausted… and human. Very, very human.

If I’m honest, I didn’t just lose things. I lost illusions. I lost coping mechanisms. I lost identities I didn’t realize were costumes. I lost who I thought I had to be. And let me tell you the part people don’t like to share on the internet: the messy middle.

The crying-on-the-bathroom-floor middle. The praying-then-panicking middle. The checking-your-bank-account-three-times-middle-even-though-you-know-what-it-says middle. That's the stuff nobody puts in a motivational TikTok.

The Ugly, Unfiltered Bits Nobody Mentions

During the collapse, no one informs you about the nights you cry so intensely that you give yourself a headache, the times you feel too ashamed to show your face anywhere, and the sudden anger you feel towards God, life, and yourself. You experience the fatigue of explaining your situation to those who don't truly care, the silence from those you did everything for, and the frustration of seeing your life turn into an obstacle course. There is a mental haze so dense that clear thinking is almost impossible, and a spiritual dryness that makes you question if God has put you on "do not disturb." It’s a type of pain that simultaneously grows and breaks you, the kind of pain that makes you whisper, “This can’t be my life,” yet also, “Perhaps this is where something new begins.”

The Shedding: The Part I Didn’t Know I Needed

Here’s what I discovered, slowly, painfully, stubbornly:

Sometimes God will let everything fall apart, not to punish you, but to free you.

Free you from the relationships that were draining you. Free you from the version of yourself that was shrinking. Free you from habits that were numbing you. Free you from the distractions blocking your destiny. Free you from environments that were too tight for your calling.

What felt like destruction…was actually divine demolition.

I had to let go of the tendency to neglect myself to satisfy others, the tendency to keep busy to avoid my emotions, the tendency to opt for convenience over purpose, the tendency to disregard my inner voice, the tendency to underestimate my abilities, the tendency to mistake chaos for productivity, the compulsion to give excessively while receiving little, and the fear that led me to accept less than I deserve. And letting go is painful. Expanding your horizons is painful. Evolving beyond your previous life is painful.

But losing what’s wrong allows you to welcome what’s right.

The 30-Day Test: A Glimpse of the New Me

At some point, after crying enough tears to water a small garden, I decided to do the 75 Hard Challenge for 30 days. Nothing fancy. Nothing public. Nothing aesthetic.

Just a simple, messy, honest experiment: a 30-day self-reset. I wanted to see if I could break cycles I had been fighting for years. So I pushed myself. I cut habits that were draining me. I gave myself care instead of criticism. I showed up for myself like someone worth showing up for.

And truthfully? It was powerful…but chaotic. Because I didn’t have a system. I didn’t have structure. I didn’t have anything to keep me grounded. Some days I forgot what I was supposed to do. Some days I couldn’t measure progress, so I felt like I was failing. Some days, my brain said, “Girl, let’s just start over tomorrow,” and I foolishly listened.

I needed something that fit my personality: Type A, loves organization, addicted to clarity, thrives with structure. I needed something to hold me accountable and keep me aligned.

And I realized something: If I needed that… so did other people.

So I Built the Solution I Needed, And Called It Becoming

The planner born from my breakdown and rebuilt through my comeback:

The 75-Day Challenge of Becoming Planner

An 11-week digital tracker to master your mind, body, and habits. This is not 75 Hard —it's 75 Holy. 75 Healed. 75 Held accountable. 75 Honoring Yourself. 75 Becoming-who-you’re-called-to-be.

It’s discipline with compassion. It’s a structure with soul. It’s consistency without the burnout. This 50+ page hyperlinked digital planner is your entire life system organized into six transformative sections:

Progress

Track your evolution day by day and see the woman you’re becoming.

Checklists

Daily non-negotiables are organized clearly so you never lose focus again.

Trackers

Fitness, hydration, habits, routines, spiritual practices, all in one place.

Wellness

A sacred space to nurture your mental, emotional, and spiritual self.

Goals

Set intentions, map your vision, and bring order to your dreams.

Journals

Deep reflection, healing prompts, identity work, and emotional release.

And tucked within these sections are 33 transformational worksheets designed to help you clarify, build, release, reset, and rise.

I designed it for people like me who need:

• Accountability partner

• Organization system

• Mindset reset

• Wellness blueprint

• Routine builder

• Spiritual companion

• Discipline coach

All in one beautifully structured space.

This planner is crafted for those on a journey of transformation: a person rising from rock bottom, craving structure and spiritual alignment; the overly responsible individual prioritizing others; the dreamer seeking discipline; the achiever needing order; the weary of cyclical patterns; and anyone ready to embrace their true potential. It’s for those ready to move from merely surviving to truly becoming who they are meant to be.

The Benefits of Taking This 75-Day Journey

When you commit to this challenge with the planner in hand, you’ll cultivate lasting habits, break limiting cycles, and deepen your connection with self and God. You'll feel organized and grounded, avoid restarting every week, and witness tangible progress. Calm your mind, develop sustainable discipline, and enter 2026 with confidence, clarity, and consistency. Rebuild from within and finally keep your promises to yourself. This planner guides you toward the future you've envisioned.

And I Want You to Walk With Me

I’m documenting all 75 days —every triumph, every setback, every transformation —on TikTok and YouTube. Every. Single. Day.

Not the polished version. Not the highlight reel. The real journey. The rebirth in real time.

I want you to join me. I want you to rise with me. I want you to feel that something new is birthing energy in your bones again.

Because if you’re reading this? Your collapse is not the end. It is the doorway to becoming. And my love…something inside you already knows it’s time. Join me on the 75 Days Challenge of Becoming!