Where It Began
For years, I believed the version of me that had been reflected back by my abusive marriage. A version that was too much, not enough, too sensitive, too broken. The slow erosion of who I was happened so gradually that by the time I recognized it, I barely knew the woman staring back at me in the mirror.
Leaving was the bravest — and loneliest — thing I ever did. But it was also the beginning of everything.
The Rebuilding
I didn't heal in a straight line. I found my way back to myself through energy work that released trauma I didn't even know I was holding. Through meditation that slowly quieted the internal critic that had borrowed his voice. Through journaling that helped me witness my own story with compassion instead of shame.
I discovered tools for rebuilding self-worth that no one had ever handed me before. I learned what it felt like to inhabit my own body again — to feel feminine, soft, strong, and whole all at once. To stand in a room and feel like I belonged there.
Why I Coach
Because I know what it's like to feel like you'll never get there — and I know the moment you realize you already have. I became a coach because I refused to let those tools stay with me alone.
Every woman who walks through my door carries a story I recognize. And every single one of them has more strength inside her than she can currently see. My job is to hold the mirror until she can see it herself.
This work is personal. It is sacred. And I am honored every day to do it.