"I am still standing: How I Turned Heartbreak into Healing and Build a Home for Others"
I am not just a business owner.
I am a woman who has walked through fire and came out with purpose.
When people see my adult family home today — the clean floors, the warm meals, the laughter of clients, and the peace of this place — they often don’t know what it cost to build it. This wasn’t just a business plan. It was a vision born in pain, held together by prayer, and built with my bare hands.
I didn’t grow up with wealth. I didn’t have connections. I didn’t even have certainty some days.
But what I did have was heart — the kind that refuses to quit even when the world turns its back.
A few years ago, I was in love. The kind of love that made me believe in forever. I gave, I showed up, I built dreams with someone I believed would walk with me.
But he left. No goodbye. No closure. Just silence.
And I found myself crying not just over him — but over every version of myself I had to let go of just to keep surviving.
But here’s what I know now:
Sometimes, the biggest blessings come disguised as heartbreak.
His leaving made room for my rising.
His silence created the space for my voice.
I poured my energy into something greater — my mission to provide care, safety, dignity, and love to the people society often forgets: our elders. I opened West Hill Home Care, not just as a facility, but as a family. We don’t clock in here. We show up with love. We don’t call them patients. We call them mama, papa, auntie, uncle — because this is not just a place to live. This is a place to be seen and valued.
And now, women come to me.
Immigrant women. Single moms. Nurses. Survivors.
They come with dreams in their hearts and fear in their eyes, asking:
“Can I really build something too?”
And I tell them:
Yes. You can. Because I did. And I’m here to help you rise.
This is not just about caregiving.
This is about breaking generational limits.
This is about taking every “no” you’ve ever heard and building a life that says YES anyway.
So if you’re reading this right now —
And you’ve been left behind, counted out, broken, or underestimated…
Please hear me when I say:
You are not too late. You are right on time.
And the world needs your light.
My name is Elvie Garcia.
I’m 36. I own my home, I own my business, and I own my story.
I’ve been through hell and back — and I made a home out of it.
And this is only the beginning.