#livingdiary

Today I’m opening a new chapter—literally and figuratively.

It’s called The Healing Chapter.

It’s not a scrapbook of my past. It’s a public diary for what’s next. The messy, brave, ongoing story of what it looks like to heal while still moving forward.

I’m a cervical cancer survivor. A single mom. A woman from Oklahoma who’s beat the odds more than once:

– I left a toxic relationship. – Got my GED. – Turned a passion into a career. – Started college. – Chose divorce during cancer treatment. – And I’m still here, still fighting, still hoping.

This space isn’t about perfection or performance. It’s about grit, grace, and the in-between.

I’ll be sharing moments from this new season of life: Going back to college. Navigating healing. Learning how to live again—with scars, with strength, and with an open heart.

I don’t know exactly where it’ll go… But I do know this:

Even in the darkest chapters, there is a path forward.

🖋 Follow along. Say hello. Walk with me.

With love and strength, Ashli

In the small 13 years that I have had experienced in my life, and in the many things that I have been through, I think there is one thing that made me feel sad as ever. It happened last January when I had to write to the organization where my social workers work saying what I want to say; whether it would be that I would want to stay as a foster child, or if I would want to give consent to others adopting me. I couldn't stay with my biological family. That wasn't one of the choices. I am not allowed to go home to them and stay in their care unless I get freed from the welfare system. I felt sad because I wanted the best for me, but I didn't know if I know what was best for me. I wanted to be adopted, and stay with the mother that has raised me for 12 years, but I also wanted to go home. I know. My home was never really with my mom and dad, but still. I wanted to be with them. How do you love many when some don't want you with them? Yeah. Easy! Well, you could say.

Just think of it like this.

You love chocolate donuts and oreo donuts. you find both in one store that both costs 50 pesos and the money that you have are 50 pesos. This means you only buy one of them but you love both! What would you pick?