house of her

Even as a child, I could feel what was underneath people's words. I didn't just sense moods; I absorbed them, softened them, and helped them heal. For a long time, I thought that meant something was wrong with me. But it was a superpower .My story isn't one of perfection- it's one of reclamation.

Of returning to my body. Of no longer taking it on the chin. Of walking away from a "perfect life" that was quietly draining me. Now, as a wife and mother, I have a story of hope to share. I help women do the same-find their voice, and build a life devoted to what they truly love.