1. THE ROOTS
The city where the weight became unbearable
Philadelphia was the ground where I fought to keep my head above water through the original hospital bed wars and living. In survival mode and staying silent about my own trauma. But in the midst of that struggle, a mother's prayers covered me. It was in her house that I began writing my blog, With Love From Philly. As you know, and where I created my very first homemade 'Hope Dealer' sweatshirt. This city witnessed the first 'dose' of hope ever dealt. Every journey begins with a single step. In 2018, I finally left for Georgia, seeking a fresh start—carrying my children and a suitcase full of silent prayers.
2. The REFINING
The epitome of Black excellence and family
A decade of preparation rooted in the values my parents instilled in me: the vital importance of Black history and culture, and to keep our institutions thriving. From a 19-year-old student at VSU to a mother of two at twenty-one, these hallowed grounds became my sanctuary when I felt lost. The people I met on these campuses gave me hope when I had none, becoming my forever family. This is where my vision was tested, and where my survival strategy was refined into a God-given mandate. Honoring these spaces is about reclaiming the ground that gave me life.
3. THE RESURRECTION
The Burial Ground and the Garden
To be resurrected, you must first survive the death. Since the age of ten, when I was wounded in the very place that should have been a sanctuary, I carried a 27-year struggle of faith—seeking a God I wasn't sure I could trust. When we came to Georgia in 2018, that search followed me into a season of total collapse. While I watched my mother's dream of a new life be fulfilled before her passing in 2019, my body became a battlefield. I fought through several debilitating diagnoses and major surgeries that shifted the very foundation of my life. I faced the darkness of suicidal ideation and the frustration of having to stop my nursing education twice due to my health. But in 2024, the breakthrough finally came on a Sunday altar. I haven't been the same since. Today, as a Student Nurse and Community Health Worker, I am the evidence of a resurrection. I refuse to give up, because I know what it's like to need a miracle—and I am called to deal hope to my community, one hard-won dose at a time.
500 Garments. 500 Doses. Every limited-edition purchase funds a 'Dignity Suit' for a neighbor in the valley of transition—because no one should have to start over without their dignity intact. One for you, one for them. Dealing hope, one dose at a time.
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