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I stayed because hope is a drug and I overdosed on the dream. But one day, the ache was louder than the hope. And I chose breath. I chose self. I chose truth.

Somewhere between tide and memory, my dad reached out and caught one more king. A true story about fishing, legacy, laughter, and love.

Motherhood is funny like that. You give and give and give. You build and grow and reach. And then, at the end of the day, you find yourself in the kitchen telling a half-asleep teenager about the empire of ideas you’re constructing. And somehow, that’s enough.

Not every part of healing is clear or beautiful. Sometimes it’s foggy. Quiet. Lonely. This is about walking through the void, the weird in-between of grief, growth, and becoming. One breath, one step at a time

Most people don’t realize they’re living in survival mode until they’re already exhausted, burned out, or breaking down. This is how to recognize it—and how to begin finding your way back.

Leadership isn’t proven in big moments — it’s revealed in the quiet ones. This is a reflection on staying steady when the world is shifting beneath you.

Understanding your nervous system is one of the most life-changing things you can do. Your nervous system controls how safe or unsafe you feel, how calm or activated your body is, and triggers your fight, flight, or freeze response. But trauma and stress can wire it to stay stuck in danger mode, even when you're safe. When you learn how to work with it, you can calm anxiety, build resilience, and feel more grounded.

If you’re anything like me, there are days when your own mind won’t give you a break. That voice shows up when you’re:  Tired...

I wasn’t a huge Taylor Swift fan. I’m still not, exactly. But I stood there, watching a sea of people sing their hearts out, and I realized—there’s something sacred about turning your pain into something you can carry. I didn’t get closure. I got clarity. And like Taylor, I’ve started telling the truth with a little more sparkle.

I didn’t just lose my father. I also lost the man I loved to lies I never saw coming. Grief and betrayal collided, and I cracked open in a way I never had before. This isn’t a story with a tidy ending. It’s a raw account of surviving when everything sacred is stripped away. If you’re in the fire, if you're unraveling or rising, this is for you.

I never beat the Final Boss as a kid playing Nintendo. But life taught me, some levels aren’t meant to be conquered in one try. They’re meant to change us. From the inside out.

The first half of the year was a triathlon for my soul. An emotional Everest. I’m not waiting for clarity anymore. I’m already on the move.

What started as love became something else entirely. This is the story of the war I didn’t know I was in, the truth that exposed it, and the power I reclaimed in the aftermath.

My therapist looked at me and said, “The world needs more heroes. Be your own.” I didn’t know how much I needed to hear it until I realized that’s exactly what I’ve been doing all along.

Someone once gave me diamonds. Disguised as love, but laced with poison. For a while, I believed they meant something real. I thought...

I don’t miss him. I miss the me I almost abandoned trying to hold on to someone who never really held me.

He brought poison. I brought fire. This is the story of how I set it down and finally walked away.

I’ve grieved losses most people never saw. My heart still beats grief, but it also beats life. And I’m learning to feel safe again, with myself.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family. I didn’t stay there. This is how I broke the pattern and started building a life rooted in truth, safety, and self-respect.

Coming to Belize was a last-minute decision. I came because life had kicked my ass, and I needed space away from reality.