I grew up surrounded by pain and fear, carrying the weight of childhood trauma and later surviving domestic violence. For years, I stayed quiet and focused only on surviving. But healing began when I decided to reclaim my strength — through therapy, faith, and martial arts. Martial arts taught me discipline, confidence, and calm. It reminded me that real strength isn’t about fighting others — it’s about mastering yourself and protecting your peace. Now, I use what I’ve learned to listen and hold space for others who need to vent or heal. I know what it’s like to feel powerless, and I also know what it’s like to rise again. If I can help someone feel seen, safe, and hopeful, then my pain has purpose.