Stories of Resilience - The Global Resilience Project

I lost myself in motherhood and in the various roles I held. I ignored the stressors in my life until one day I broke out

After 9 years of marriage and 3 1/2 years of separation, we gave up. We did not choose resilience, and, in fact, I am not

My husband, Shayne, has almost died more than once. Some days that sentence feels clinical, like something pulled from a chart. Type 1 diabetes. A

Long before I had memories of my own, I was already carrying someone else’s. The Dryer Window: A Legacy of Finding a Way In There

I worked 25 years for one dream: sharing a better life with my parents. When my dad died, that ended, and I began from zero,

My grandmother’s signature on my hand, 2015. Edith Fisher was my best friend during the first half of my life. She was my grandmother on

A watercolor rendering of Earth is on the right side of my upper torso, along my ribcage. It was inked in March 2024. The World

Branded: A Scar, A Story, A Symbol of Resilience There are moments in life when the ground beneath you disappears, when everything you thought you

My tattoo begins as a watercolor of ocean waves crashing on my thigh, now with scars cutting through. The art continues upward, completed in stages

My tattoo is a memorial piece I got shortly after being hired in the fire service. It was after 911 happened and the guys from

My tattoo, which I got in 2021, covers most of my left forearm. The Koru designs, entwined with a lotus flower, honour my family —

My grief-related tattoo is a full-backpiece. It is a seascape with three otters and many sea creatures. I got it in Seattle over the course