One rainy Thursday, I found myself yelling at my son before sunrise—proof that something in my life had gone terribly off track. Between my demanding job, my husband’s unpredictable hours, and my mother’s expectations, I’d lost myself in the shuffle, feeling like I was failing everyone, including God. Through desperate prayers whispered in traffic jams and late-night tears, I learned that peace wasn’t something you found—it was something you chose, over and over again.