For more than a decade, I lived in the mud. Loss, betrayal, disappointment, and unresolved endings slowed every step. I talked about it, replayed it, tried to understand every rut—until I realized I was learning how to live there. Intentional Light became my survival: not denying pain, but choosing where my mind rested. I couldn’t fix everything—but I could stop building my life out of what hurt me and keep my headlights aimed forward.