People often describe me as playful, curious, loving, and grounded. I think of those qualities as my true nature—the place I always return to.

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I’ve also known exhaustion, grief, overwhelm, and the weight of caregiving. Over eight years, I lost my husband and both parents, all while raising my son—who is thriving with cystic fibrosis—as a single parent. These experiences shaped me deeply.

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But I’ve learned that illness doesn’t define us, and stress doesn’t get the final word. Health—physical, emotional, and spiritual—is the foundation of everything. Through loss, I found purpose. I created new habits, deepened my presence, and came home to myself.

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Now, I help others do the same.