I am a true believer of broken roads because without them, we could not become the person we are meant to be. It is in the fire that steel is forged, slowly and painstakingly a dull piece of metal is turned into a sharp edged sword, and such is life- we endure trials and climb our mountains. We burn in the fire in hopes of a better day once the smoke has cleared. But lately, the fire has seemed hotter, the mountain taller and the smoke so thick you could choke on it.   Before I became a mother, I never knew how isolating it could be. This past February…