My Story, Honestly
I don’t teach from theory.
I speak from survival.
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I know what it looks like to keep going when everything has already fallen apart.
To wear the mask, keep the peace, and look “fine.”
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I wasn’t.
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I buried a daughter. I survived violence. I rebuilt a life that looked strong from the outside and was held together by exhaustion and silence.
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Healing didn’t come from pretending it didn’t hurt.
It came from telling the truth. Out loud.
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That’s what I bring into rooms now.
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Conversations people avoid. Language that finally fits what survival costs.
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I don’t offer inspiration without substance.
I offer truth that lands, stays, and changes what people carry forward.
How I Work
Healing isn’t a straight line. It’s messy, uncomfortable, and sometimes mean before it’s meaningful.
My work isn’t about fixing people. It’s about helping women stop running from what hurts, so they can finally face it, feel it, and move through it.
Together, we work on rebuilding self-trust, nervous system safety, and emotional accountability — the kind that turns survival mode into real peace.
Speaking
When I speak, I don’t perform.
I tell the truth. The kind that makes people shift in their seats, exhale, and finally say, “Me too.”
I don’t sugarcoat pain, and I don’t try to make it pretty.
I talk about the things most people avoid — grief, trauma, survival, and what it takes to build a life after all of it breaks.
My talks aren’t meant to inspire. They’re meant to wake people up.
To remind them that surviving isn’t the same as living, and that it’s never too late to start over — even when you don’t recognize yourself anymore.
Because I’ve been there.
I’ve buried a daughter.
I’ve rebuilt after abuse.
And I’ve stood on stages knowing that if I can tell the truth out loud, maybe someone else will find the courage to stop hiding theirs.
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Signature Talks:
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Grief Made Me Mean
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Thunder
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Because Surviving Isn’t the Same as Living
Writing
Where the truth first found words
Before I ever stood on a stage, I wrote.
Writing was how I survived before I had language for healing. It was the only place I could tell the truth when I wasn’t ready to say it out loud.
That’s how Unsent Letters came to be, a collection of words written in the dark, for anyone who needed proof they weren’t alone.
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