And helping you do the same, one truth at a time.
In my last blog, I shared something most beauty brands won’t tell you: no serum, no success, and no perfectly polished image can ever heal the ache of rejection. The ache that whispers, “you’re not enough.” That kind of wound lives deep — and the only way out is inward.
This isn’t theory. It’s personal.
I was raised in a cult. I was rejected by my family when I dared to question the beliefs I was born into. At sixteen, I left home—no map, no mentor, no safety net. Just a young girl with more fear than freedom, trying to find her way.
Like many women, I reached for security in the form of marriage. At eighteen, I believed if I had a husband, if I built a family, I’d finally have a place where I belonged. But here’s the truth no one tells you when you’re rushing to build a life: if you don’t yet know yourself, you’ll build your future from your wounds.
I didn’t know that then. I only knew how to survive. How to fit the mold. How to be what others expected.
But awareness is a journey. And where you are now? That’s just one step on the path. And that’s okay.
It took me decades to learn this truth: transformation doesn’t come from chasing perfection or building the “right” life on the outside. It comes from the inside — from doing the heart work.
Today, I teach women how to come home to themselves. Through The HART Method™, I guide women to honor where they’ve been, align with their truth, rise into their power, and transform from the inside out. It’s not just life coaching. It’s not just business strategy. It’s radical, whole-person transformation — rooted in emotional clarity and built with award-winning tools for mindset, purpose, and brand identity.
And I’m still doing the work myself.
Even now, I catch myself striving — to be more successful, more secure, more seen. But I’ve come to understand that happiness isn’t a destination. It’s a decision. It lives in the moment where you stop performing, stop proving, and finally meet yourself with compassion.
Yes, my children bring me deep joy. But they are grown now, with lives of their own. Their happiness isn’t the source of mine. Letting go of that role — the caretaker, the fixer, the one who holds it all together — was one of my hardest lessons. But it was also my freedom.
Self-love isn’t about arriving somewhere perfect. It’s about being willing to be seen, even in your becoming.
In my next blog, I’ll share what my first marriage taught me — about identity, sacrifice, silence, and strength. It’s a part of my story I’ve never spoken about publicly… until now.
If you’re on a path of reinvention, healing, or self-discovery, stay with me. This journey is about more than rebuilding. It’s about falling in love with the woman you were always meant to become.
