I understand firsthand the fear, uncertainty, and isolation that comes with domestic violence. I’ve had to flee with my two children to a domestic violence shelter, face homelessness, and rebuild my life from the ground up. Through these experiences, I’ve learned resilience, strength, and practical strategies for navigating such challenging situations. I offer a safe, compassionate space to talk about your experiences, share guidance, and provide support. My goal is to help you feel heard, understood, and empowered, so you can take steps toward safety, healing, and confidence.

When my spouse died by suicide, my entire world shattered. The grief wasn't just sadness, it was a complete dismantling of who I was. I became a single parent overnight while drowning in my own pain. I felt so alone. People didn't know what to say, so they said nothing. Or worse, they said things that hurt. I was navigating finances, legal matters, and my children's wellbeing while barely holding myself together. The guilt, the anger, the confusion—it felt too heavy. Now, several years into this journey, I've learned to carry my grief alongside my life. I've found meaning in supporting others walking this devastating path. I know the loneliness of a grief others don't understand. I offer a compassionate, judgment-free space where you can be honest about all of it—the anger, guilt, relief, love, confusion. I won't rush your grief or tell you how you "should" feel. I'll just be here, reminding you that you're not alone and that healing is possible.

I was 25 when I started using heroin and cocaine. After losing my husband, I was drowning in grief and didn’t know how else to cope. Even when I went to a methadone clinic, I kept using. I was arrested at 30, and detoxed in a prison cell. It was painful, physically and emotionally, and I didn’t feel ready to be sober. But over time, something shifted. I started taking classes and slowly began to see my life differently. Other women asked how I was staying clean, and I realized helping them helped me too. Since then, I’ve led recovery groups and supported people through some of the hardest moments in early sobriety. I’ve helped someone detox while pregnant and in an unsafe relationship, and I’ve walked alongside others who thought they couldn’t do it. I know what it’s like to feel lost and beyond saving. I also know that healing is possible. If you’re stuck in that place, I’m here to talk with you through it.

I have experienced many situations that left me living in what I call "crisis mode," including growing up with an abusive parent, losing a parent suddenly as a teenager, marrying a man who became violent and abusive, and later caring for him through seven years of illness until he passed away. I have faced fertility challenges and, after eight years of trying, was finally successful with IVF and had twins, including seven months on bedrest. Tragically, one of my twins became seriously ill at 16 and battled numerous health issues until she passed away at 24 after a year in the ICU. Throughout all of this, I have navigated my own health challenges and am now disabled.

My life has been a journey through pain, loss, and resilience. I grew up with I felt was an abusive parent and lost another at a young age. I survived a 15-year abusive marriage, faced infertility, and was blessed with twins through IVF. I became a caregiver to my terminally ill spouse and later endured the heartbreak of losing both my spouse and later one of my children who was 24 years old. Alongside these losses, I’ve faced my own health challenges and disability. For years, constant crisis defined my life, and when it finally quieted, I struggled to live what others call a “normal.” life. Through it all, I’ve learned that even in darkness, growth and hope remain possible. I’ve dedicated my career to helping others survive and heal—abused children, sex-trafficking survivors, women in crisis, and parents rebuilding their lives. Life is hard, but you can survive—and thrive.

My addiction started at the age of 14 with a prescription for opioid pain medication. Over the years, my addiction continued to progress and by age 16, I was addicted to opiates and illicit stimulants. I've had stints of sobriety since then, but continued to relapse and did not truly find recovery until the age of 30, after I lost my partner of 8 years to the disease of addiction. A lot has changed since then and I have found that finding oneself is the key to finding true healing and recovery.

I lost my husband to a fentanyl overdose on July 27th, 2024. I thought my life was over, but I was able to find myself again and find new purpose in life. Talk to me about your grief & loss! 🤍

When I was 26, one of my best friends committed suicide on New Year's Eve. He was the central figure in my friend group and generally someone everyone knew and enjoyed, who brought people together and made things happen. He was also problematic, a drunk and drug addict, and had anger issues. He and another friend fought over a girl, and he pulled a gun, drove off drunk, and got arrested. He was shunned from the group for a short time, but on New Year's Eve, the other friend was ready to forgive and told us to invite Scott to his house for the first time since the incident. One guy forgot to do it, and I was meant to remind him, but didn't He didn't come to the party and instead committed suicide. Both my friend and I suffered from guilt for many years until we were finally about to let it go. One guy in the group never got over it, struggled with heroin, and died of an overdose in a recovery house 5 years later. All the feelings came back up, and had to be dealt with again.

I walk alongside those navigating the many layers of grief. Losing someone or something dear changes everything—it shifts how we see ourselves, others, and the world around us. Through my own lived experience, I know grief is not something to "get over." It’s something we learn to carry, honor, and move with at our own pace. Some days it’s heavy, some days it’s quiet, and all of it is valid. In our time together, I offer: A compassionate ear from someone who gets it. Gentle reminders that your grief is unique and worthy of space Support in finding hope, meaning, and resilience while honoring your loss If you’re feeling alone in your grief, know that you don’t have to walk through it by yourself. I’m here to hold space for your story, your pain, and your healing. 💫 ---

I'm taking a leap and putting myself out there , encouraged by close friends and family members that have believed in the advice and support I’ve provided with my heart throughout the years. I’ve lived my life building systems to survive in a world where it felt like my sensitivity didn’t fit. I’m still learning about myself, and relationships, and what the “right” path you’re supposed to follow is that means you’ve figured everything out. Along the way, I’ve connected more deeply with my authentic self, stepped forward in cultivating mutual and fulfilling relationships, and found purpose in simply being present. I believe staying curious about your inner world and that around you, building up your capacity to feel and perceive deeply, and connecting to inner and spiritual wisdom is the foundation for anything you want to accomplish.

I was my dad's caregiver for 7 years. He had multiple health conditions and double bypass surgery. I juggled work life balance, and also my own health. I lost my dad earlier this year and It's a very hard thing to go through. I lost my mom to cancer in 2016, and also helped care for her. We all grieve in our own ways, I am here to listen and talk you through that grief and immense sorrow.

A little over a year ago, I lost my younger brother to substance abuse. Four months later, I lost the love of my life to cancer. My world shattered. It felt like I’d fallen into a deep black hole with no way out. Everything changed, I couldn’t manage daily life without leaning on friends and family, and I had to give myself permission to simply grieve and do nothing for a while. Slowly, day by day, I began to heal. I started putting one foot in front of the other. Through my grief, I discovered lessons from both of them about living fully and authentically. Today, I carry those lessons with me. Living with a deeper sense of gratitude and appreciation for life, love, and the people who walk beside us through it all.

I was a daily drinker for 18 years and now I have 18 years of continuous sobriety! My journey hasn’t been smooth sailing. I’ve faced addiction, mental health challenges, co-parenting struggles, and the heartbreak of losing loved ones. Through it all, I leaned into therapy and a strong support network to come out stronger. I'm now a Certified Medi-Cal Peer Support Specialist, and helping others find their footing is something I care deeply about. Whether you're navigating sobriety, parenting kids with complex needs, or just trying to keep your head above water, I’m here to listen, relate, and support however I can.

You are not alone, and together we can find ways to live a full and meaningful life with bipolar disorder. I understand the highs and lows, the confusion and clarity that come with this journey. I'm here to offer a safe, non-judgmental space where you can share your experiences, ask questions, and look into ways to manage your symptoms. We can talk about what it was like to be diagnosed, how to build a routine that supports your well-being, how important it is to take care of yourself, and how to find hope at every step of your recovery.

Mentor and Grief Coach. Navigating life after loss can be the most difficult path you ever walk. Just like you, after the loss of family, friends taken too soon and both of my Grandparents I needed to experience peace and live with hope. For me feelings of grief knowing that I would listen to old voicemails or see photos but never see my loved one again was hard. Crying and bug emotions were needed, but it was also draining. Time heals and I would love to connect with you and help you find courage and peace.

Grief has touched every corner of my life. I was involved in a tragic accident that took someone’s life and changed me forever. Not long after, I lost my soulmate to suicide. Then I lost a close friend. And just when I thought my heart couldn’t break any more, I lost my son to fentanyl a loss no parent should ever have to survive. Each of these moments shattered a piece of me. The kind of silence that grief creates is heavy, isolating, and sometimes unbearable. There’s no roadmap, no “right” way to move through it. But somehow, I’ve learned to carry it. I’ve learned that we don’t move on we move with it. If you’re living with heartbreak, trauma, or the kind of loss that changed everything, you don’t have to face it alone.

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.

Living with both autism and ADHD (AuDHD) often made the world feel overwhelming: too loud, too fast, too confusing. Emotions would hit me like waves I couldn’t predict or control. When I lost my father and grandmother, the grief collided with that chaos and left me feeling completely untethered. For a while, I didn’t know how to find my way back to myself. But turning to Buddhism gave me a foundation to heal. Through mindfulness, compassion, and the practice of being present without judgment, I started to find peace in places I never thought possible. Buddhism helped me understand my emotions, my energy, and my worth outside of what the world expected from me. Now, I walk with both grief and joy, and I’m passionate about helping others who are navigating life with AuDHD and searching for emotional grounding, self-trust, and real healing.

Living with both autism and ADHD (AuDHD) often made the world feel overwhelming: too loud, too fast, too confusing. Emotions would hit me like waves I couldn’t predict or control. When I lost my father and grandmother, the grief collided with that chaos and left me feeling completely untethered. For a while, I didn’t know how to find my way back to myself. But turning to Buddhism gave me a foundation to heal. Through mindfulness, compassion, and the practice of being present without judgment, I started to find peace in places I never thought possible. Buddhism helped me understand my emotions, my energy, and my worth outside of what the world expected from me. Now, I walk with both grief and joy, and I’m passionate about helping others who are navigating life with AuDHD and searching for emotional grounding, self-trust, and real healing.

I've been an animal lover all my life. If you can legally own it, I've probably had it as a pet- horses, goats, pigs, poultry, waterfowl, reptiles, invertebrates, dogs, cats, birds, amphibians, fish, rodents, and probably more if you gave me time to think about it. I've also worked in animal rescue and at a commercial pet store in addition to my own pet ownership, so animal death isn't a subject I'm unfamiliar with. But when those special animals we're blessed to be the stewards of for their time on earth pass away, it leaves us with a huge hole in both our hearts and day to day lives. Sometimes there are questions that crop up, like "Did I do enough?", "Was I really a good pet owner?", and "Will things ever feel normal without them?". Sometimes, we inadvertently cause an animal's passing through an accident, which leaves guilt, or the pain hits harder than a human loss we've experienced, which can complicate our grief. Life after animal loss is tough, but you're not alone.