My Why
I used to think service meant doing — doing things right, doing things well, being the one people could rely on in the chaos. For many years that looked like my work as an Executive Assistant — holding space, creating order, and supporting others through seasons of intensity.
But service isn’t just structure or systems. True service lives in presence, in listening deeply, in the courage to stay with someone in their dark places without trying to fix them. And that kind of service was born out of my own journey.
I didn’t just survive cancer — I lived through it. I lived through domestic violence, trauma, and the dismantling of every identity I once believed defined me. And on the other side of survival, I discovered something profound: the real work begins after survival.
Every unraveling changed me. Every reckoning asked me to meet myself more honestly. And I discovered that growth doesn’t begin in the light — it begins in the dark. In the spaces where we shed what no longer fits, and slowly return to the truest version of ourselves. This work comes from that soil. From deep interior transformation that happens quietly, beneath the surface.
If you are in a season of coming back to yourself after illness, trauma, burnout, loss, or the heavy realization that you can no longer abandon your own truth — I am here as the lighthouse.
Not to steer your ship. Not to lead the way. But to stand in steady light while you choose and align your own course forward.