In the silent corners of our souls, many of us have felt the sting of despair, the weight of hopelessness, and the quiet yearnings for meaning. To those who’ve lived this desolate terrain: I see you, I am you.

Emerging from the depths of my own childhood traumas, I too grappled with the haunting question: How could so much darkness cover someone striving for light? The shadows of an abusive relationship once clouded my path, but over nearly 3 decades of self-discovery and empowerment, I transformed. From a high school dropout in the 9th grade, I ascended to a national board-certified licensed psychotherapist, carving a sanctuary for healing in my private practice. I became a voice for children who have none. 

I realized that while children are my focus, I need to start with the people who have been trusted to care for them. You are the people I need to work with. You were once the child. You were likely once voiceless, sitting in fear and doubt.

How do we help the kids? 

We start by helping ourselves. We start by getting ourselves out of survival mode. We start by listening to the call within that says you are here for more. We begin by opening up to the possibility that your story can change the lives of others. We get comfortable with being uncomfortable. We start telling the truth. We start accepting where we came from. We learn to release the shame of what has been inflicted on us and what we have inflicted on others. 

My heart has felt the anguish of witnessing a loved one succumb to the clutches of addiction and narcissism. The heart-wrenching aftermath propelled me to embrace the responsibility of raising their deeply wounded children. Their resilience and spirit nudged me from the confines of my therapy chair, igniting an unyielding passion to aid others drowning in emotional and mental turmoil. While I champion empowerment, awareness, and growth, my soul burns fiercely for families torn apart by narcissism, abuse, and a system that often fails the vulnerable.