"In him was life and the life was the light of men. The light shone in the darkness and the darkness could not comprehend it."
"You don't need someone to fix you or give you a ten-step plan. You need someone to actually sit with you in it — and stay. That's what I always needed. That's what I offer."
I became a Christian at 13 without any real guidance. I found the church, made the decision — and then felt completely lost about what came next. I drifted. Got depressed. Floated through a faith I couldn't feel until a counselor at a summer camp named Chantelle agreed to be my mentor.
Chantelle was the first person who ever made me feel fully seen without judgment. We prayed together. We cried together. She listened to my heart without trying to fix it, and I began digging into the Bible with a hunger I'd never had before. For the first time, I felt like someone was actually with me — not just around me.
And then my mom died. I was sixteen, two weeks from my seventeenth birthday. It started with a stroke, then surgery, then a tear in her brain that wouldn't stop bleeding. I got thirty minutes of sleep in the twenty-four hours before she was gone.
The grief was barely a few weeks old when our house caught fire. I woke up early and saw the flames before they reached the room where my sisters were sleeping. We watched it burn for hours — from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon. The upstairs destroyed by fire. The downstairs destroyed by water. Ten thousand gallons in the basement alone. I remember wishing I had grabbed my Bible.
In the rubble, people said things like: "You should be glad — it's less work going through your mom's things now." Someone told me to write thank-you notes. I was sixteen. My mother was barely buried. I felt guilty for not having the strength to be grateful. I took on the lie that another person would have handled this better — that my grief was a failure.
I still believed God was good. But I wanted people who could witness my pain — not fix it, not over-spiritualize it, not minimize it. People who would just stay. Over time, I found them. And over twelve years of therapy, life coaching, inner healing, IFS, shame work, psychology, and Scripture that has been alive and active in me since I was fifteen — I have become one.
I am currently in therapy and working on my bachelor's degree in psychology. I am committed to always growing and never becoming stagnant. I am a testimony to what happens when someone finally sits with the wound instead of running from it.
Rooted. Wholeness. Compassion. Every session I lead is built on these three convictions about women, healing, and what it means to become your most alive self.
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I don't offer frameworks I read about in a book. I offer the road I walked — with all the weight, the wrong turns, and the places where God showed up in ways I didn't expect.
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