Wherever you're reading this — I want you to close your eyes for just a moment.
Dear God,
I pray for the woman reading this. I pray she never has to suffer another night in silence.
I pray she never has to choose between losing herself to the itch or losing herself to dangerous medications.
I pray she never has to watch any more of her life slip past her while she fights just to get through another day.
I pray she finds her way back to who she was. I pray she finds peace at the end of each day instead of dread.
I pray she gets to live the rest of her years to the fullest — present with the people she loves — and free from the cycle of burden that she now knows how to escape.
I pray, Lord, that You fill her with Your courage to take the same leap of faith I took.
And I pray her courage is rewarded the way mine was — with the little flower that has quietly given so many women their lives back.
Amen.
I've said my prayer for you. The rest is in your hands now.
You have 90 days to find out for yourself. The bottles are guaranteed. There's nothing to lose except another sleepless night.
I waited ten years to find this. I don't want any other woman to wait that long.
— Linda Swinehart, 64