Last year in May, I had a miscarriage at almost 4 months. It was hands down, the lowest point of my life. I was severely depressed, sad, and ultimately tried to take my life because living felt unbearable.

But by the grace of God, and the support of my husband and my parents, and some few close friends, I’m still here because they had compassion, love, and kindness in their hearts. Many people were not there for me when I shared what I was dealing with, and I was actually surprised at how rude people were to me as I was mourning the loss of my child. Often times I regretted even sharing my story or going outside when I didn’t need to. I just wanted to curl up in my bed until it was time for me to pass on. But I fought how I felt, by focusing on other people.

Through my pain, I saw how much joy it brought me make other smile, and to be kind to others and how much kindness is truly needed in this world because we have no idea what anyone is going through and how much simple things, such as a smile or a hug or even paying it forward at a coffee shop for a stranger could really make a difference, and can really help someone if not change their life in the long run. That is why I believe in doing good and being kind. It truly brings me peace in knowing that I can make someone feel what I needed in my darkest time in life, which is pure, unconditional, kindness.