For a long time, I lived in survival mode—showing up for everyone but quietly unraveling inside. I’ve known what it’s like to feel emotionally exhausted, to question your worth in relationships, and to wonder if peace is even possible. Through therapy, healing work, and hard-won clarity, I began reconnecting to the version of myself I thought I had to silence in order to be loved. I’ve walked through the grief of divorce, the complexity of parenting, and the emotional fog of chronic illness. Along the way, I’ve found joy in honest connection, chosen vulnerability over perfection, and learned how to hold space for others the way I wish someone had held it for me. Now, I offer that same presence, a steady hand, a soft place to land, and a willingness to go deep. You don’t have to carry it all alone.