©2025 Samantha Syrnich
There are moments in my life that I can only explain with one truth:
a Divine Presence stepped in when everything else fell apart.
I have lived through storms that should have hollowed me out—
the kind of darkness that swallows whole cities of hope,
the kind of heartbreak that drags its nails across a woman’s spirit.
Yet somehow… somehow…
I kept breathing.
And every time I look back,
I see it plainly:
I wasn’t breathing alone.
The Divine saved my life in ways soft enough to miss in the moment,
yet earth-shaking in hindsight.
I was carried through the nights I didn’t want to see morning—
when my heart felt like fragile glass,
and the world weighed more than I had strength to hold.
Still,
the sun rose.
And so did I.
I was protected when betrayal carved deeper than any knife,
when justice slipped through shaking fingers reaching for truth.
Strength appeared inside me that I did not recognize as mine,
and endurance no human should possess after breaking that many times.
I was saved through my children—
their laughter,
their existence,
their quiet reminders:
“Mom, your story isn’t finished.
Stay.”
I was saved through beauty—
a white borzoi walking like a prayer across my grief,
moonlit oceans whispering reasons to stay,
petals that reminded me I am still allowed to bloom.
The Divine placed art in my hands
just when my spirit needed a vessel for its fire.
Every poem,
every phoenix sketch,
every heartbeat signature
is proof that something greater than pain was guiding me.
And maybe the greatest mercy
was turning trauma into testimony—
not because I deserved the suffering,
but because I was trusted to rise,
to speak,
to illuminate the dark for people still trapped in their own silence.
I am alive because an unseen Presence
held my story steady
when I could not hold myself.
And I am learning,
slowly,
gently,
that being saved isn’t always a miracle that splits the sky.
Sometimes it’s just waking up.
Sometimes it’s writing again.
Sometimes it’s choosing hope
when every scar urges you not to.
But this truth remains:
my life continues
because something sacred refused to let go of me.
— Samantha Syrnich
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