The path from devastation to rebirth rarely follows a straight line. When my world exploded seventeen years ago, I found myself in the basement of Rock Bottom – fighting a three-year custody battle for my daughter Morgan after a traumatic pregnancy and birth that nearly claimed both our lives. What followed was a financial nightmare of $130,000 in debt, sleeping with the lights on, and making the classic mistake of jumping from one toxic relationship straight into another. With raw vulnerabi...