There was a time in my life when everything fell apart. First, I lost my daughter Nichole after her long battle with addiction, a moment so devastating I can still feel the weight of it in my chest. The police knocked. The news came. And I collapsed to the floor. My world stopped. I spent the months that followed in a fog—barely functioning, unable to sleep, drowning in questions: Who am I now? How do I go on? What's my purpose?

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And just as I was learning how to stand again, life delivered another blow. Three years later, I lost my husband—my best friend and partner in life—to broken heart syndrome. The pain of our daughter's death was too much for him to carry. I was left feeling empty, overextended, disconnected, and alone. For years I lived in survival mode, buffering with food and wine, going through the motions, and trying to stay strong for everyone else while feeling completely untethered inside. But somewhere in the darkness, I chose to believe there was more for me. I chose healing. I found life coaching, and through the process, I found myself.

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Today, I don't just survive—I live. I've rebuilt a life rooted in peace, healthy boundaries, self-compassion, and purpose. Now I help others do the same.