Sometimes the Story We’re Living Isn’t the One We Planned

If you’ve followed my writing for any length of time, you know that I don’t shy away from telling the truth—even when it’s uncomfortable.

Whether it’s through Shining Through, my poetry, or The Whispering Seasons, I’ve always believed that our stories matter most when they’re honest.

Lately, life has been writing a chapter I never expected.

Over the past several months, what began as roof leaks has turned into extensive water damage throughout my home. More recently, we’ve learned there appears to be mold hidden within the walls—something that can’t simply be painted over or ignored. While much of the damage isn’t visible, the water stains on the ceilings are a constant reminder that the problem runs much deeper.

As someone with three dogs who depend on me, and while continuing to support Jordan through college as he prepares to return this fall, staying in an unsafe home simply isn’t an option anymore.

Making the decision to leave my home hasn’t been easy.

This house has held years of memories, victories, heartbreak, and healing. It’s where books were written, dreams were built, and countless cups of coffee fueled late-night writing sessions.

Walking away feels like closing an important chapter.

But sometimes courage doesn’t look like holding on.

Sometimes courage looks like recognizing when it’s time to choose your health, your safety, and your future.

Asking for help has never come naturally to me.

For most of my life, I’ve been the person helping others—as a U.S. Army veteran, legal professional, business owner, and author. I’m much more comfortable being on the giving side than the receiving side.

One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is that strength isn’t measured by how much we can carry alone.

Sometimes strength is allowing others to walk beside us when life becomes overwhelming.

That’s why I recently created a GoFundMe to help with the costs of relocating to a safe rental home. The funds will go toward moving expenses, a security deposit, utility connections, and the many unexpected costs that come with starting over.

If you’re able to contribute, please know how deeply grateful I am.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing the fundraiser means just as much. Every share helps my story reach someone who may be able to help.

You can learn more or support my relocation here:

https://gofund.me/aba71afa1

No matter what happens next, one thing won’t change.

I’ll keep writing.

Stories have carried me through some of life’s most difficult seasons. They’ve helped me heal, find hope, and connect with readers who remind me that none of us truly walks alone.

This isn’t the ending of my story.

It’s simply the beginning of a new chapter.

Thank you for reading my books, supporting my work, believing in my words, and now, for standing beside me during this unexpected season of life.

With gratitude,

Amber M. McLamb