When I built this little porch six months ago, I was at the lowest point of my life. I’d just gone through a brutal divorce, lost my job, and was living in my dad’s old house that hadn’t been touched in 20 years. Everything felt broken, including me.
I started collecting discarded materials from construction sites and neighbors’ trash piles because I literally couldn’t afford to buy anything new. Old windows, weathered wood, broken slate pieces. People probably thought I was crazy, dragging home what looked like junk.
But piece by piece, I started putting together this little sanctuary. Every morning I’d come out here with my coffee and work on something small. It became my therapy, my way of proving to myself that broken things could be made beautiful again.
When I finally got brave enough to share this on the Tedooo app, I was terrified. I kept thinking people would see all the imperfections, all the places where I didn’t know what I was doing. Instead, the response has been so overwhelming that I can barely keep up with all the love you’ve shown me.
Now I’m getting messages from people asking if I can help them create their own healing spaces. I never thought my little salvaged porch would turn into the beginning of a new career, but here I am with my first few custom orders through my Tedooo shop.
Thank you for reminding me that sometimes our most vulnerable moments can become our greatest strengths. This porch saved me, and now maybe it can inspire others too.
Credit to the rightful owner~
