The Story Behind Loved by Grace
Some stories don’t begin at birth.
Mine began four months before, when I was born prematurely—entering this world early, fragile, and already fighting.
Trauma began in the womb.
And I carried it for decades—in my body, in my breath, in the silence between every word I couldn’t say.
I’ve lived through chronic illness for over 50 years—from childhood to motherhood to marriage.
I lived through surgeries, diagnoses, doctor after doctor, and over 300 symptoms no one could name.
I raised two children with my beloved husband Paul while managing pain I didn’t have words for.
I lived in between all of it.
I survived in between all of it.
And somehow, I kept waking up closer to God each time I broke.
At 22, I had my first spiritual awakening.
A Course in Miracles.
Kabbalah. Taoism. Ancient truths.
But it wasn’t enough to “know.”
I had to walk through the fire.
In 2017, a devastating car crash left me without a car, job, income, or mobility.
Bed-bound for six months, needing full-time care.
I should have died—but I didn’t.
Instead, I woke up—again.
And then came the shattering:
Paul, my husband of 28 years, was killed in a crash.
My world cracked open.
I remarried two years later, trying to rebuild.
Two days after that wedding—I collapsed again.
This wasn’t random.
It was layers of trauma—childhood abuse by seven different men.
Grief. Guilt. Suppression. Overgiving.
And I had no idea that trauma was still living in my cells.
I became bed-bound again.
Labeled with everything. Healing with nothing.
But my soul was speaking:
"No more running. Now you heal."
During those darkest days, I made a vow:
I would no longer wait for the system to save me.
I would become my own sanctuary.
I used every tool I could find:
I spent thousands upon thousands of dollars healing what most people never see.
And then... my second husband Frank was diagnosed with cancer.
Every time I healed, I gave it all away again.
Every time I stood, I fell again to care for someone else.
Until 2023, when I made a soul decision:
I would no longer abandon myself.
I walked Frank home.
And then I walked back to myself.
Because I know what it feels like to lose everything.
Because I know what it means to have no money, no answers, and a body that won’t move.
Because I’ve spent decades, dollars, and decades more trying to find my way out.
And now… I want to help those who can’t afford to do what I did.
I was a teacher for 28 years.
Now I teach what no classroom ever prepared me for:
This space is for the woman unraveling her way out of chronic illness, trauma, grief, and the invisible hell that no one talks about.
I no longer work one-on-one.
I host two soul-rooted retreats per year for those ready to reclaim their power.
I’m building an online community to share sacred, accessible healing for real women.
And most of all—
I am free.
Free from roles that drained me.
Free from hiding my softness or strength.
Free from the story that said, “You’re too much.”
Free from the way the world tells us to grieve.
I am not here to be fixed.
And neither are you.
You are not broken.
You are remembering.
You are becoming.
You are not behind.
You are right on time.
You were never too much.
You were just meant for more.
This is Loved by Grace.
And this is my becoming.
Welcome home.
🕊
Loved by Grace,
Sylvia DeLosSantos aka Aubrey Love
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