
My story DID NOT unfold the way I imagined it would:
I’m raising two autistic children with special needs whom I adore immensely. I’ve also navigated suppressed fertility, mental health struggles, identity loss, and the kind of grief that doesn’t have a clear ending… the kind you carry around with you quietly while STILL being required to show up every day.
Motherhood transformed everything for me, especially my sense of who I was allowed to be… And resuming my old writing practice became the ONE way I could effectively articulate my truth.
🌱 I write and create about designing a new identity you actually love after life rearranges you, caregiving without romanticizing exhaustion, resentment and love coexisting in the same breath, nervous-system care that doesn’t require you to be “fixed”, and small rituals that make life feel inhabitable again...
I’m not interested in fixing people. I’m interested in helping women remember themselves… My cause lives along the intersection of honesty, gentleness, and grounded spirituality without bypassing the hard parts.
You might be here because your life doesn’t look like you thought it would. OR because you LOVE deeply and feel tired in your bones... Or because you’re craving language for what you’re carrying. …Or you want to feel like YOURSELF again… not a better version, just a more true one.
If that’s you, you’re NOT late. You’re NOT broken. You’re NOT alone.
And I’m REALLY glad we’ve found each other.

