My Story

I had the picture-perfect life.

Showcase homes. A seemingly devoted husband. The lifestyle everyone said I should be grateful for—even though it was never really mine.

I smiled. I supported him. Played the role so well I almost believed it myself.

Meanwhile, life was on his terms. I was the accommodator. The rock. The good sport.

Maybe that’s what hurt most—not just giving up what I wanted in life, but staying easy. Giving endlessly until I couldn’t tell his opinions from my own.

For years, I was the good wife, but inside I was angry and couldn't quite name why. Giving myself up happened so slowly I didn’t see how much he depended on it.

Until I could no longer pretend that it was love.

It wasn’t just grief over a marriage ending. It was grieving the version of myself I abandoned to keep us together.

Even years after we separated, I’d jolt awake at 2 a.m., replaying conversations, rehearsing comebacks, trying to pinpoint the moment I could have changed it all.

The aftermath?

A decade of rebuilding myself from scratch.

He moved on quickly. But I didn’t want to just attach myself to someone new and lose myself again. I was afraid to admit I didn’t know who I was. Or how to be myself in a healthy relationship.

I wanted the years ahead to mean something. For my voice to count. For relationships to be mutual, real, fulfilling. For a purpose beyond just getting over a past that was long gone.

I wanted a new story. A life I actually recognized as mine. Surrounded by people who truly celebrated and believed in me.

I started by trying to understand what had happened to me—the marriage that left me unrecognizable, the family patterns that taught me to be so needless. I came across covert narcissism and started understanding the dynamics that shaped me.

Along the way, I found therapeutic approaches that helped me quickly reframe my mindset and free the thinking that had kept my life small.

That’s when I realized this wasn’t just about me. I wanted to help others find their way back to themselves too.

Overnight, the night terrors stopped.

A calm settled in my body I hadn’t felt in years.

I got to know myself again—the real me—and I liked her. I wasn’t ashamed of who I’d become. I was proud of what I’d overcome. And I finally had language for what I’d been through.

When I started working with others, I watched deep vulnerability turn into bravery. Intention turn into transformation.

I realized it wasn’t just the techniques that created change. It was combining them with my intuition, experience, and empathy that made the work powerful—and gave me real purpose.

You don’t need to perform strength anymore.
You don’t need to over-explain your pain to be believed.
And you surely don’t need permission to want what you want.

Whether you’re still in the unraveling, or just past it wondering what now?—I’ve got you.

Let’s help you come back to yourself. And build from there.