After our trip, we started the process of unloading our travel trailer and I ran wild throwing kids in the bath, starting the laundry, ordering the dishwasher cleared, plants watered, grass cut, van vacuumed and everything put away NOW—anything to help me feel a sense of control after a season of change!

My inner baggage busted out with each new item thrown into the house. I was a mess and rather than accepting where my mind, body, and soul was at, and taking a pause, I kept pushing.

I used to be self-conscious of the scar by my eye from a childhood accident. I suppose it looks like a deep smile line as I creep closer to 40.

From surgeries, injuries, self-harm and accidents to c-sections, stretch marks and age spots; we adapt, cover-up, rehabilitate, and carry on as wounded warriors.

Some may appear to make it through life unscathed on the outside but none of us do on the inside.