I am no stranger to stress! My background in health psychology and experience with the therapeutic process can help you achieve your goals of managing and coping with stress, in addition to regulating emotions. The mission isn't to rid our lives of stress - which is impossible - but to develop a healthy relationship with life's challenges and ourselves, and feel comfortable facing unpleasant emotions.

I know what it’s like to feel overwhelmed by life’s challenges and not know where to start. Through my own experiences and years of supporting others, I’ve learned that small, practical steps can make a big difference. For the past 10 years, I’ve focused on others, helping people from all walks of life build resilience and find hope. I believe in creating a judgment-free space where you can feel heard and supported. Together, we’ll explore coping skills that fit your life—tools you can use right away to manage stress, calm anxiety, and handle big emotions without shame. You’re not alone, and I’d be honored to walk alongside you as you navigate your own journey toward balance and peace.

My story began in childhood, where I lost both of my sisters and had to navigate a chaotic home life, all before reaching the age of nine. After years of struggling with ADHD, depression, suicide ideation, attempts, and hospitalizations, I was eventually diagnosed with Bipolar 1. I know what it feels like to feel completely alone and unseen. My experiences as a Black Woman who lives with mental health diagnoses have given me a different perspective. I am here to support you and to create a safe space where you can finally fully unmask and know you won't be judged.

I understand the deep, complex pain of relationships that feel like they're breaking or have already broken. I know what it's like to feel 'stuck,' going back and forth on an impossible decision about a long-term, difficult partnership. I also know the profound, isolating grief of a painful family estrangement. It's a loneliness and confusion that's hard to describe. I created this space because I'm in it. I've had to learn how to set the hardest boundaries, cope with the uncertainty, and begin to find a way to bounce back and build a new life for myself. This is a safe space to process it all, without judgment."

For years, I believed I was “too much” and “too difficult” to befriend. I know the exhaustion of masking; rehearsing laughs, rewriting texts, and how that burden doubles when navigating stereotypes as a Black woman. When the burnout hits, the guilt convinces you that isolation is the only safe option. I’ve been there. I learned that the loving, safe friendships I longed for were waiting on the other side of setting boundaries and unapologetically being myself. No, it's not all in your head. I created this space to help you find your people, trade the performance for true connection, and build friendships that finally feel like home.

I had gotten myself into a relationship with a person who was sober, on house, arrest, and was going through the cycle of wanting to be better. And one snowy night I had found them passed out unknown what happened until they took my partner to the hospital, and I had found the bottle of vodka hiding from that relationship. I was the soul caretaker of someone who is suffering from. SUD. The relationship lasted 2 1/2 years and it was very codependent from me making sure that they were OK and for them having me as the caretaker there was abuse in the relationship from someone who did not want to get help I was able to leave that relationship completely heartbroken and tornand took time to grieve my own expectations from this person. I removed myself from my environment and started my healing journey while they got into another relationship while we were still together technically, I found myself now better because I was able to have the support from my friends to leave.

I grew up as a stepchild in a home where love felt scarce. My stepmother’s neglect left me with deep wounds—low self-worth, anxiety, and the belief that my value came from pleasing others. At 17, I moved out on my own, learning resilience but also carrying constant fear of making the wrong move. Later, as a single mother, I felt even more pressure to get life right while silently battling the patterns I didn’t know how to break. For 17 years, I pursued self-development, went back to school, and committed to deep inner healing. Today, I’ve transformed my past into power. My daughter lives a life filled with love and safety I once only dreamed of, and I’ve learned to create freedom from the inside out. Now I help women do the same—healing old wounds, reclaiming their worth, and stepping into lives filled with joy, possibility, and self-trust.

For years, I noticed a pattern in my life: relationships that didn’t work, family that criticized, jobs that felt unfulfilling, and efforts that seemed invisible. I complained, gave more, hoped people would see my value—but nothing changed. I felt stuck, frustrated, and like a victim. Eventually, I realized that waiting for others to validate me wasn’t the answer. I had to take responsibility for my own goals, dreams, and needs. It was scary because it meant I alone held the power to succeed—or fail. Through reflection and intentional changes, I slowly regained confidence, learned to make choices that served me, and discovered what it truly means to feel in control of my life.

As someone that has multiple health conditions, I have learned that while I may have pain, and while i may experience so many emotions, I have learned to be vulnerable through those conditions and I have learned how to open up, and to still respect my boundaries of my emotions, and ive learned to grow as a person who wants to develop my leadership abilities to help others change their lives and help others become the person that they want to be

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

It has been my experience that while being a wife and a caregiver for a spouse with disabilities and mobility challenges I have had to learn to prioritize my self-care and boundaries and limitations and know when I need to ask for help or call for help because I don't have the strength to pick him up or move him into his wheelchair under my own capacity and need help and that I need to take care of myself in the process

When I was a little girl at about the age of four years old in 1982, I was kidnapped by local outlaws, that included members of the occult, gang and club members, the mob, and school district staff, and drug up into a child human labor and sex trafficking ring against my will. I have been an eyewitness to true horror, crime, and war since that time, with government, police, and military officials even becoming involved. I have seen the unimaginable. Flashing back, I believe that I was a child POW, and have memories of spending time on military bases without my family's knowledge. I was also being flown across state lines and overseas, all trips that I was being forced to make that violated my personal civil rights, liberties, and freedoms. I used to be so full of fear that I didn't know how to communicate with anyone about what was happening to me with local community members, who also had children that were classmates of mine or my siblings. I found hope and purpose in the pain.

In high school I was passionate about fashion and dreamed of becoming a fashion blogger, but my family shamed me and I chose the “safe” path of graphic design instead. For 10 years I worked in corporate roles that gave me the chance to travel and live in incredible cities, but inside I felt empty — I wasn’t living my truth. In my free time I journaled and did inner work, rediscovering the passions I had buried. Fashion was still there, but I had also grown a deep love for wellness and nutrition. Earlier this year I became a Certified Holistic Health Coach, and now I help others reconnect with their true passions, nourish themselves inside and out, and create lives that feel beautiful, authentic, and aligned. If you’ve ever felt like you had to hide who you really are, I’d love to support you on your journey.

Before I started therapy, I realized I couldn’t keep pretending to be okay. I was deeply depressed, overwhelmed, and carrying years and years of pain I didn't have the tools to face by myself no matter how much I tried. When I finally started therapy for the first time, I expected compassion—but instead, my first therapist made me feel judged for struggling and worse than I came in. I left that session feeling even more alone and almost gave up on therapy altogether. But something in me said to try again. Over time, I learned how to recognize when a therapist isn’t the right fit, how to set boundaries, and how to speak up for what I need. I also learned how important it is to find someone who understands my cultural background and identity and have specialties that meet my needs and values. Therapy became more than just a space to talk—it became a space to heal, to find my voice again, and to learn that I deserve support that truly sees and values all of who I am. You deserve that too!

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.

Once upon a time, I was in a relationship heading toward marriage. We signed up for a premarital class that started off great, until it didn’t. One day, he simply stopped coming. No warning. No communication. No explanation. I was left to finish the class alone. It was painful, but also eye-opening. That experience taught me two powerful lessons: first, that a partner’s consistency speaks louder than their promises, and second, that I didn’t have to dishonor myself by taking someone back who had already shown me they weren’t ready to walk with me. When he reappeared and asked to come back, I said no. And that “no” became a defining moment of self-respect. What I gained from that class and from walking away is the insight to help others discern red flags, ask the right questions, and make decisions that honor both their faith and their future. Because marriage prep isn’t just about planning a wedding. It’s about preparing for a covenant.

I have two adult children, both approaching retirement age, who still blame and resent me as a mother. For years, I felt sad and envious of my friends’ child relations. I thought if I just said it this way or didn't do that that we'd progress. While I understand they could feel betrayed using the perfect mother model, I no longer accept the perfect mother standard. I now understand that past mistakes don't define me today. I was being unrealistic in the present. And once I "got it" things improved, and I felt better. The first big step was to stop listening to abusive complaints and accusations. Today I use a soft voice to say enough now I’m hanging up. Then I do. Once I got clear on my boundaries, their behavior improved (and so did mine!). It's been a long journey with periodic missteps. With help I have more tools to work with. I'm not as angry. I have hope and even some satisfaction. If you are ready to get off that toxic treadmill, join me. Let's find your boundaries.

I’ve lived a full life—with all the ups, downs, sharp turns, and potholes that come with it. I'm a mother of two sons of retirement age: the younger, I'm total estranged from, and it's the same as losing a child; the elder, a practicing alcoholic, is tricky. As a former marriage and family therapist, a caregiver for my dad during his final years, and someone who has fought my own battles with addiction and recovery, I deeply understand being in hard places. My struggles were relationship acceptance and guilt and shame. I was an inadequate parent and it brought great pain to us all. But I finally sought help. I no longer accept the unrealistic perfect mother model. Once I understood my boundaries, our relationship improved. I stopped listening to abusive complaints. Now we can tell when things are "going south" and we can gracefully withdraw from conflict. Acceptance and boundaries are game changers. They can be for you, too. Let me support and help guide you in this process.

After losing the love of my life, I realized this grief was different from previous losses. It felt like my life was a beautiful vase shattered into a hundred pieces. I tried to pick them up and put them back together, but I couldn’t do it alone. Some pieces were too far away, others didn’t fit, and I was frustrated and in despair. That’s when I accepted the love and help offered by those around me. Others could reach pieces I could not and helped me fit them back together. Together, we created a new vase—different but functional and ready to be used again. I learned not to be too proud to accept help because I wouldn’t have gotten up without it. Wisdom, I found, is simply knowledge gained through life’s hardest experiences. Prior to the death of my Wife, I had experienced the loss of my parents and other close family members. But they were no more than a punch in the gut. You fall down, sit for a bit, get up and go again. My Wifes loss was completely different. It was as if my life was a beautiful vase that had fallen to the floor and shattered into a hundred pieces. I had to sit down and try gathering the pieces and try putting them back together again. Needless to say, I could not seem to do it by myself. Some pieces were too far away. I could not figure out how to make other pieces fit together. i was frustrated and in despair but that is when i realized how much love and help i had around me and I accepted this gift. Some people could reach the pieces that i could not reach and brought them back to me. Others had the ability to fit pieces back together that i could not do. By drawing on our strengths together we were able to create a new vase which is functional and ready for use again. Do not ever be too proud to accept the help that good people want to shelter you with. I would have not been able to get off the floor again if it wasn't for the help and love given to me by others. Wisdom is nothing more than knowledge gained through life's experiences.

I have been abandoned by my parents that is always mold and need to find relationships with the wrong people. I was adopted, but never really close with them until my later years I have spent years in a shadow of a sibling and with her being murdered I had to learn how to find myself and love myself for me. I have been through toxic relationship, relationships, abusive relationship, relationships physically, and emotionally and mentally I dealt with death of many family and friends and a boyfriend I have dealt with anxiety and depression of my own, and I’ve seen it I have dealt with A family member that has committed suicide. I have dealt with having children with someone and being a single mom thinking we were a family and we weren’t. I’ve had to learn how to constantly grow and change in my surroundings and adapt in situations that are fell upon my feet and always trying to find a positive light so I could be the best version of myself for me and my children.