Honored, Humbled… and Ugly Crying

A Response to Tee’s Blog: “When God Sends an Angel”

I don’t even know where to start — except to say that I’m sitting here, tears rolling down my face, trying to gather myself after reading Tee’s blog post about me:

When God Sends an Angel: My Encounter with DeAnna Epperson

Let me tell y’all something... this woman wrecked me (in the best way possible).

Her words? They hit my soul like a tidal wave. Not just because she shared her pain so openly, but because she allowed me to see just how much our connection meant — and y’all, I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to see myself through someone else’s eyes like that. I ugly cried. Like, tissue-in-each-hand, snotty-nose, makeup-running, full-on “don’t look at me” cry. Tee, how dare you?! 😂

But seriously — to know that God used me in such a powerful and specific way, in her darkest hour, is the kind of reminder that stops you in your tracks. I didn’t swoop in with a cape or some master plan — I just showed up, as myself, and gave what I had: understanding, empathy, and fire. And she lit right up like a match soaked in gasoline.

She didn’t need rescuing. She just needed backup. And now she knows: I’ve got her back.

Working with Tee to move PrisonStopsNothing.com forward hasn’t just been an honor — it’s been a calling. She has a vision that’s bold, fierce, and dripping with purpose. And I’ll be damned if she’s going to walk that road alone. Together, we are going to build something that shatters stigma, amplifies stories, and helps women who are holding it down while the world turns its back.

Tee, thank you for trusting me. Thank you for pouring your heart into that post. Thank you for reminding me why I do what I do — even when I’m tired, even when the odds feel stacked. You’re not just a sister in this fight — you’re family now.

If you haven’t read her post yet, go read it now. It’s not just about me — it’s about what happens when women support women, when faith meets action, and when silence gets replaced with strength.

To anyone out there who feels like no one’s listening: I hear you. Tee, I heard you. And you are not alone.

Let’s keep pushing forward. Together.

#PrisonStopsNothing #EppersonEmpowerment #WomenForWomen #GodIsAmazing #GodMakesNoMistakes #BuildEachotherUp

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