<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[A Life Worth Living: Life After the Bullet]]></title><description><![CDATA[Living Life, Sharing Adventures]]></description><link>https://www.always2nice23.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2026 04:36:36 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.always2nice23.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Remembering the Woman I Was Before the Bullet]]></title><description><![CDATA[People often ask if I remember the night I was shot. I do. Every second of it. But what they rarely ask is if I remember the woman I was before that night. Sometimes, losing her feels like the greatest tragedy of all. Trauma changes how we see our past. When something terrible happens, it becomes the dividing line in our lives. Everything is measured as either before or after that moment. For years, I thought of my life in two chapters: before the shooting and after the shooting. The Woman...]]></description><link>https://www.always2nice23.com/post/overcoming-obstacles-through-travel-a-personal-journey</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a4acdbaf7b480551f135dee</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2026 21:33:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2db0ef_5498ee11a8074ff9b750a108318d835e~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Angela Rosa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[From Ordinary Days to Extraordinary Strength: A Journey of Survival and Resilience]]></title><description><![CDATA[Looking back, the moments that once felt ordinary now stand out as precious memories. A simple morning coffee, a quick call to family just to say hello, laughing until your stomach hurts, making plans for the future without realizing how fragile that future was. These were the days I took for granted, unaware that everything could change in an instant. The Day Everything Changed I didn’t know it then, but my ordinary life was about to end. Others arrived with a gunshot, shattering the calm...]]></description><link>https://www.always2nice23.com/post/travel-tips-for-healing-adventures-after-trauma</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a4acdb90e6d4656949c01f4</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2026 21:33:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2db0ef_d50851e1393a45c5a315f108f10e086c~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Angela Rosa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Prologue: The Night I Died]]></title><description><![CDATA[People always tell me I’m a survivor. They say it with admiration, sympathy, and sometimes disbelief. They see the scar, hear that I was shot in the back of the head, and somehow survived. Then they tell me I must have been saved for a reason. They’re right. I was saved. But surviving wasn’t the miracle. Learning to live afterward was. For years, I searched for the right words to describe that night. Attempted murder. Domestic violence. Trauma. None of them ever felt big enough. Because when...]]></description><link>https://www.always2nice23.com/post/embracing-life-travel-stories-and-personal-growth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a4acdb5f7b480551f135de1</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2026 21:33:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2db0ef_d76a498c65fa411e9b6d66ef8be91deb~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Angela Rosa</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>