…a constant cycle of holding it all together. I was a mother to four boys — including spontaneous triplets — navigating the emotional weight of betrayal, the exhaustion of motherhood, and the silent pressure to be everything for everyone. I had survived abandonment, burnout, and identity loss more than once in my life. I was functioning… but I wasn’t fully alive.
…was because something inside me knew it was time to come back home to myself. I didn’t just want another certificate — I wanted transformation. I needed language for what I’d been through, and tools to help me turn my pain into purpose.
…I wanted to learn how to guide others while healing myself. I wanted to reclaim my power without shame, find clarity without bitterness, and learn how to live with courage and softness at the same time. I wanted to become the kind of coach I wished I’d had when I felt most lost.
…more grounded, more awake, and more myself than I’ve felt in years. I no longer shrink to fit into old patterns. I speak with love and boundaries. I parent with more presence. I trust my intuition. I’ve remembered who I am.
…I am no longer afraid to speak my truth. I don’t need things to be perfect to take the next step. I’ve stopped waiting for permission. And most importantly — I’ve stopped waiting to be rescued. I am the one I’ve been waiting for.
Because it helps you become whole. Not by fixing yourself, but by remembering the wisdom you’ve always carried. It helps you rise — not in spite of your past, but because of how deeply you’ve lived.