Amari Tenneh Swearinger

My 2025 wrapped…
honestly… this year almost took me out.

This time last year, I was living a completely different life. After just losing my grandmother I was hopeful, planning, moving forward. Then June came and everything changed.

Grief crushed me in ways I didn’t know were possible. And not just the kind that comes from death, but the kind that comes from life not turning out the way you thought it would.

Losing my mom the week of my birthday felt like someone reached into my chest and took the breath out of my body. I woke up every day missing her in ways I didn’t know could ache. There were moments it felt like God forgot about me, like my prayers were hitting the ceiling and falling back down unanswered.

I grieved friendships I thought would be around forever. I grieved versions of myself I had to let go of. I grieved the life I thought I would be stepping into next year,the plans, the timelines, the expectations that quietly died.

And then I lost a child too. A quiet loss. A hidden pain. A heartbreak my body remembers even when my arms never got to hold.

I’m not sharing this to put my business in the streets. This year was bigger than me. God is turning my pain into a testimony and it’s time for me to come out of hiding.

What tried to break me is shaping me. What felt unbearable is giving language to others who don’t have words yet.

This year gave birth to a story I’m still writing, about grief, faith, loss, and learning how to breathe again. Not as something to “get over,” but something God can still use.

To those that joined in the middle of this chapter with a lot to say…..STAY TUNED for the next one.😇It gets Better!

📖 coming July 2026.

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