My Story

I was born into a story I didn’t choose.

My mom struggled with addiction, and because of that, I grew up without the kind of mother-daughter relationship I longed for. There moments I felt embarrassed, inadequate, and even angry. Not just at her, but at what I felt I was missing. For a long time, I carried that. 

But I chose to forgive. To forgive her. To forgive me. I chose to build the kind of life and love I didn’t see growing up. 

Today I’m a mom. A wife. A woman doing the inner work in real time.