My Story

When I was 12, my dad passed away, and six years later, I lost my mom.  Losing them both at such a young age left me feeling completely lost. 

For years, I struggled to navigate grief on my own. I think the day my dad died, I accepted defeat. I stopped trying, lost hope, and gave up on the things I loved. 

After my mom passed, I was just trying to survive without any guidance, turning to alcohol and distractions to numb the pain or fill the void I felt inside.

I also experienced an abusive relationship that created even more trauma and reinforced this belief that I was “meant to suffer.” 

I tried to push my grief aside, to just move on, but I carried so much anger...at God, at myself, at my parents for leaving me and I often projected that pain onto others and even myself.

My rock bottom came in 2017. I realized that if anything was going to change, it had to start with me.  That’s when I began to unpack 16 years of repressed grief. I started to shift my internal belief system, to dream again, and to see that even though my parents were gone, life could still be meaningful and fulfilling.

On September 13, 2025, I returned to God and was saved. Since then, I’ve been actively deepening my relationship with God and Jesus, learning to surrender and trust His plan. 

My pain has become my purpose.

Now, I dedicate my life to helping women grow through their pain, reconnect to their truth, and find support through a community of like-minded women.

Everything I do is rooted in love. I do this work in memory of my parents, my cat Lucky, and my dog Shelby

because life is precious, and I want to help others find healing, hope, and a sense of belonging.