For much of my life, I faced challenges that tested my emotional resilience and sense of self. Through my own healing journey, I learned the value of slowing down, reflecting, and developing healthy coping tools. Over time, I became the friend and support system others could turn to during their hardest moments. My experiences have taught me the importance of listening with compassion, respecting each person’s unique story, and creating a safe space where people feel truly seen. Now, I want to share that same steady presence to help others navigate change, rebuild confidence, and discover their own inner strength.

Suffering from chronic illnesses and difficulties taught m how to be a better advocate for myself so I know the pain of doctors, medicines, and treatments. and i am here to provide hope and resources so that you dont have to travel the road of pain suffering and agony alone

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the end of 2022, everything changed—fast. I was in graduate nursing school, still teaching, and actively working as an RN during the tail-end of the pandemic. Suddenly, I had to step away from all of it. The diagnosis was overwhelming, and facing a left breast mastectomy was something I couldn’t have imagined just months earlier. The recovery was not just physical—it shook me emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. I leaned hard into therapy, dug deep into self-reflection, and began reconstructing my life from a place of compassion and clarity. Now, over two years cancer-free, I’m focused on building something new as a nurse entrepreneur and advocate. I don’t pretend it was easy—it wasn’t. But I learned how to show up for myself in a way I never had before. If you’re facing a diagnosis, in treatment, or just coming out the other side, I’d be honored to hold space for you. You don’t have to go through it alone.

My journey has given me deep insight into the weight of depression and the loneliness that comes with isolation. I understand how heavy and overwhelming it can feel to face these experiences on your own. Talk with me about what you are going through, and together we can explore ways to feel less alone, uncover moments of clarity, and take small, manageable steps toward hope, connection, and a sense of relief.

I’ve survived narcissistic abuse in relationships, in family, and, perhaps most disturbingly, from people in positions of trust and power, like pastors and clergy. The gaslighting, the emotional neglect, the spiritual manipulation; it leaves a deep wound. But it doesn’t get the final say. I did the work. I chose myself. I learned how to spot the red flags, honor my intuition, and rebuild from the inside out. Now I help others do the same. If you're in that foggy space between surviving and healing, I want to walk with you. Healing doesn’t mean pretending it didn’t happen. It means telling the truth, reclaiming your power, and choosing peace over chaos every single time.

Living with complex PTSD has shaped every corner of my life. It’s not just about past trauma. It’s the way my body stays braced for disaster, even in calm moments. It’s how I shrink myself to make others comfortable, how certain words or looks send me spiraling without warning, and how hard it is to trust that safety can last. C-PTSD is a landscape of emotional flashbacks, shame spirals, people-pleasing, and a constant undercurrent of “something’s wrong with me.” But I’ve come to understand that these responses were never weaknesses. They were how I survived. It took years to stop blaming myself. To stop thinking I was broken. Through therapy, inner work, and brutal honesty, I’ve slowly learned how to come home to myself. I still carry the echoes, but I also carry tools, compassion, and the ability to hold space for others walking this path. I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to sit with you in it.

Depression has been a silent shadow in my life. Sometimes heavy, sometimes barely visible, but always there. It’s the weight in my chest, the fog in my mind, the ache in my bones. It’s the exhaustion that sleep won’t fix, and the hollow feeling even when everything should feel okay. It’s more than sadness. It’s numbness. It’s guilt for not being able to “snap out of it.” It’s the quiet wondering if you’re ever going to feel like yourself again, or if you ever did. But here’s what I know now. Depression lies. It tells you you’re lazy, unlovable, or broken. But none of that is true. Through years of unraveling shame, surviving bad days, and holding on by the thinnest threads, I’ve come to know depression intimately. Not as a moral failure, but as a wound in need of care. If you’re tired, if you’re hurting, if you’re barely hanging on, I get it. I’m not here to push you toward false positivity. I’m here to sit with you in the real.

I didn’t really realize that I had anger issues until I got married and had kids. Then I discovered that when my husband and I had arguments, I couldn’t let things go and would feel so wounded by him wanting to retreat from an argument that I would explode. This looked like being verbally abusive, and even throwing things or hitting him. I would feel so ashamed afterwards and apologize profusely. I desperately wanted to change. I eventually went to see a counselor and talked through different ways to communicate with my husband, and because I valued the relationship so deeply I managed to stop exploding with him. Unfortunately, this meant that a lot of anger was then directed at my kids. After years of struggling to manage my anger, I finally realized the need for a deep healing journey, to uncover the unconscious roots that were underneath the explosive rage. In the process I became very good at identifying my feelings underneath the anger, since anger is a secondary emotion. Knowing what those underlying feelings are has been very helpful for me, along with what my triggers are. I have also discovered some healthy ways to vent anger that don’t hurt other people that I could share with you. Today I still experience anger sometimes, everyone does, but it no longer controls my life and I don’t see it as an awful thing that I have to avoid or hold in until I just can’t anymore. Instead, it can be an indication of where I still need some healing, or a healthy emotion that I feel when someone hurts me that I can release or confidently express without doing damage.

I’m an introvert who grew up in a family of introverts. I had no childhood friends because of homework and music lessons. A divorce and estrangement from family left me on my own entirely. My adult friendships were few, occasionally satisfying, but contact was sporadic. After retiring, I relocated to an area where I knew no one. Although now eager for connection, I had few social skills, and my initial efforts were fraught with unrealistic expectations in a closed community culture. It took a while, but I’ve turned the corner. A few deep friendships, a weekly Friday afternoon social group at my house, volunteer activities and counseling made the difference. It’s not an overnight solution, but I’m proof that a satisfactory, joyful recovery from isolation and loneliness by learning new skills is possible. It requires willingness to expand your comfort zone, persistence, resilience, a growth mind-set and good humor. Join me. Let’s start your journey to connection and healing.

There was a time I would wake up everyday feeling like I was just surviving though the motions. Trapped between anxiety, depression, and constant noise in my mind. Triggers would pull me under, and I'd wonder if I'd ever feel "normal" again. Slowly through self-awareness. small routines, and deep inner work, I started rebuilding piece by piece. I learned healing isn't about pretending everything is okay, but facing the storm and choosing to move forward. Now I help other do the same. If you're tired of feeling stuck, misunderstood, or like emotions control you, I want you to know healing is possible. Together, we can find your calm, rebuild your strength, and remind you that you're not broken, you are becoming the best version of you!

I am a 70 year old grandmother of two wonderful teen granddaughters. I grew up as the oldest of five with an abusive alcoholic mother. She continued her narcissistic, alcoholic behavior into my 25 year marriage to my late abusive ex-husband. Both relationships took a toll, but after the divorce I was drugged, raped & beaten leaving me with chronic physical pain. Because of this, I am unable to work jobs requiring lifting or standing for long periods, which in turn has caused major financial issues. Living only on social security is stressful, but I am thinking positive. My love for my family, friends & pets helps. My journey continues as I search for work, hopefully helping other people. I was a caregiver for over 30 years, some retail and if course taking care of grandchildren . But, they are fairly independent now and I need to find a job. I worked in a crisis center too helping other survivors, helped lobby politically for funding, answered crisis phones too. Loved that!

In 2023, I had a panic attack that made me feel like I was dying, and it sent me down a spiral of anxiety I didn’t know how to climb out of. To cope, I turned to alcohol—but the drinking only made everything worse. My then-wife didn’t believe in anxiety or mental health struggles, and the more I tried to get help, the more she pushed my buttons. It became clear that I had to choose: my marriage, or my life. I chose me. I checked myself into detox and moved to a brand new city alone. I didn’t know a soul, but I chose to live in a sober living house. That decision saved my life. Starting over wasn’t easy—I had to rebuild my identity, my support system, and my peace. I found therapy, breathing techniques, and meditation to calm my mind. And now, I’m a Peer Recovery Coach with multiple certifications and working toward my degree in psychology. I know what it’s like to feel lost, and I also know what it’s like to come back stronger. If you're navigating sobriety, a toxic relationship, or both, I’d be honored to walk beside you.

I have been dealing with depression and PTSD for most of my life. This life long struggle has taught me many lessons! I tried to manage my mental health with alcohol, food, sex but nothing worked (for long). My ability to cope without something outside of my self was non-existent in my early life. Once I stopped and was willing to try something new, my journey of wellness began. This has included therapy, self-discovery, peers, 12 step groups and having an open mind and willingness to be the best I can be. I have built a toolbox of coping strategies over the years. Not everything worked for me. I had to try a variety of things to figure out how to live well with my mental illness. My depression is not my enemy any more. I continue to learn how to let it be just one facet of how my life flows and use my tools to deal with it. I have learned to pay attention when I am triggered (PTSD) from the trauma I experienced. I have learned to stop, listen and then make a plan.

I remember staring at my micky mouse mattress. It was being taken away. I was only 8 but I felt a deep grief. We were leaving everything I knew in Iran and moving to another land. It was called America. I felt sad and like I no longer had a home. Little did I know this would be the easiest feat, because when we arrived in America, my mom had a mental breakdown. I became an 8 year old therapist, life partner, and emotional punching bag. Fast forward 4 years later, I developed pain in my body, and now at the age of 33, I have every autoimmune and chronic illness and mental health diagnosis you can throw at a woman. It's mostly invisible, but I struggle. Even in the struggle with family and bodily pain, I've found so much joy and so much magic. Life is truly magical. If you've experienced similar things or if this resonates with you, let's talk. I've mentally made sense of all the family trauma, the medical ptsd, and the ongoing grief. I've cultivated tools and so much compassion.

I’m a singer and performer, but I haven’t performed in years not because I lost the love for it, but because of anxiety. I’ve been on stage shaking uncontrollably, heart racing, palms sweating, trying to sing through the fear. The truth is, my anxiety doesn’t just show up on stage it’s there in meetings, conversations, even moments with friends or family. Anytime the focus is on me, my body goes into full fight-or-flight mode. Over time, it’s made it hard to connect or maintain friendships because isolation feels safer than trying to explain what’s going on inside. I’ve learned to live with and work through it with patience, tools, and compassion. I want to help others who feel trapped by anxiety find calm, courage, and connection again, one small step at a time.

For a long time, I lived my life under chronic stress and in long seasons of depression. It felt like that was all life had to offer to me. It was debilitating and painful. I felt misunderstood and unlovable. It took everything I had to live day by day and many days nonexistent by being on autopilot. As I matured, I took deliberate changes in how I viewed my life and although there were many ups and downs, I am a better version of who I am today and proud of myself. That progress was incredibly difficult and lonely at times, even finally going through a mental breakdown and recovering from it. If you need someone to talk to who might understand being overwhelmed by stress and going through depression, I am here. We can talk about anything you like and living in the present moment.

I’ve spent way too many nights trying to fall asleep with a brain that insists on replaying that one awkward moment from three years ago or analyzing every possible outcome of a decision I haven’t even made yet. Sound familiar? Overthinking can look like productivity on the outside like you’re being thorough or responsible. But on the inside? It’s often anxiety wearing a clever disguise. It’s fear of failure, fear of regret, fear of what people will think. And it can leave you stuck in loops: what if I mess up? What if I’m too much? What if I’m not enough? I used to think I just needed to “think my way out” of feeling overwhelmed. But that strategy kept me spinning. What actually helped was learning how to name what I was feeling underneath all the thoughts, to pause the mental ping-pong match, and to stop treating myself like a problem to be solved. If your mind is constantly racing, if you’re tired of second-guessing yourself into paralysis, or if you just want someone to help you sort through the noise—I'm your girl.

For many years, I thought something was wrong with me. Turns out I was on autopilot just existing and taking care of everyone but myself. Until I woke up and realized it was working for me anymore. I'm a woman who’s been broken and rebuilt more times than I can count. From surviving toxic love, living in survival mode, and rebuilding from rock bottom—my journey has taught me that healing isn’t linear, but it is possible. I created something amazing that turn my pain into purpose and help others glow through what they go through. Faith, grit, and grace have shaped everything I am and actively becoming.

Because I get it. I’ve been through the dark nights of fear, doubt, illness, and overwhelm. I know how it feels to hit rock bottom-and how powerful it is to rise.. I’m someone who has walked through the fire and come out stronger. After facing a life-threatening health scare, rebuilding my life, healing relationships, overcoming anxiety, and making powerful changes in my health and habits, I’ve learned what it takes to create lasting transformation from the inside out.

For years, I was my own worst critic. I judged myself harshly, compared myself to others, and silenced my inner voice with substances. I didn’t realize how deep my self-abandonment ran until I began the healing process. The turning point came when I learned that no one else could give me the love I was starving for—not in a lasting way. I had to learn how to offer it to myself first. In recovery, I began treating myself like someone I actually cared about. I practiced speaking kindly to myself. I explored therapeutic art, forgiveness practices, and daily rituals to reconnect with the parts of me that had been ignored or shamed. Slowly, I began to like myself—and eventually, I became my own best friend. This wasn’t just a mindset shift—it was a full transformation in how I related to myself. I stopped abandoning myself when things got hard. I stood by myself in the storm, and that’s what helped me thrive. This also slowly reduced my anxiety and stress levels over time.