About

Throughout my life, there have been many moments where I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Raw, unfiltered living when life was ugly and unrecognizable from the preconceived ideas I once had. Often, I’d look around and think, How have they got it so easy while I’m over here fighting to get through the minute?

The truth is—they’ve most probably felt the same, but no one seems to talk about it. We all go on about the steps to change and the great plans and planners that will fix everything. But rarely do we stop and admit: That was hard. I wasn’t ready for that.

My healing journey wasn’t an overnight fix. I may have left the environment of my abusive childhood, but the effects lingered for years. It wasn’t until I looked at my reactions and asked, Why am I this way? that I began to truly own my story. Only then could I start reprogramming my patterns and making meaningful change. It was messy, painful, and uncomfortable—but it was also the only way forward.

The misdiagnosis of a chronic illness left me feeling helpless, weak, and hopeless. My future seemed bleak; there wasn’t a fix. But I was determined—determined that this would not define me, that this would not be my story. I researched, trialed, and tested anything that others said helped. When I finally found what worked—a last-ditch attempt—I realized how important it was to self-advocate and never give up on yourself, even when it feels like no one else has the answers.

And then came the divorce at 24. It shattered me. My future, as I had imagined it, was gone. I was left a shell of a human being, wondering, How do you aim forward when the life you planned no longer exists? Slowly, I learned to love myself. I embraced time alone, even though at first, I struggled to sleep without someone next to me. I pushed myself to do things I’d never done alone: travel, discover new passions, and, in the process, find myself.

When I first considered becoming a life coach, I doubted myself. Who would want help from someone like me? Someone whose life was filled with scars and struggles. But I’ve realized: who better to guide others than someone who’s been to the depths and clawed their way out? Who better to inspire than someone who has turned pain into strength, hopelessness into determination, and loneliness into self-love?

This space exists to be that honest voice. To remind you that growth isn’t about perfection or always having it together—it’s about showing up for yourself, even when it feels impossible. Life is messy. It’s hard. But even in the hardest moments, we can grow.

If you’ve ever felt like giving up, like you’re fighting a battle no one else sees, I hope you find something here to relate to. You’re not alone. Let’s grow together—raw, messy, and unapologetically human.

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