How we became

For most of my professional life, I’ve worked in service to others, because that’s what brings me joy and purpose. But as meaningful as this work is, it hasn’t always been easy. Vicarious trauma is real. I often became so emotionally invested in my clients’ struggles that I forgot about myself, and even neglected my own family. Over time, I learned to create boundaries between my personal and professional life. That growth allowed me to show up more compassionately and effectively, holding space for others while staying grounded in myself.

But everything changed when my own son began struggling with suicidal ideation.

It was the most devastating experience of my life. The human I loved the most, my child, wanted to die. He wasn’t dreaming about the future anymore. He wasn’t imagining himself as a scientist, an architect, or joining the Air Force. He was making plans to end his life.

My world stopped.

I relied completely on healthcare providers, afraid that anything I said or did might make things worse. I gave my power away, hoping they would fix him and return him to me whole and healed. But that’s not how it works. I ignored my instincts out of fear, even when my gut told me some recommendations wouldn’t serve my child.

Each night, I tiptoed into his room, terrified of what I might find. I’d touch his feet or face, praying they were warm, praying he was still alive.

After weeks of watching him deteriorate, I reached a breaking point. I realized I couldn’t keep waiting for someone else to save him. I had to step up. I had to become the mother he needed, not the mother I was taught to be, or the one Instagram tries to sell.

So I dove deep. I read every book, listened to podcasts, watched TED Talks, and educated myself. But more than anything, I learned to trust my instincts. I became the expert on my son. I earned a PhD in being his mom.

I began asking him better questions, listening with presence, and taking his thoughts seriously. We rebuilt our relationship with honesty, respect, and love. I collaborated with him, not just with his providers or school. I even fired the professionals who weren’t a good fit and found ones who honored who he truly was.

Together, we created boundaries, rules, and consequences, and he was part of the process. He understood the “why” behind our decisions. He felt heard, important, and considered. Through our deep conversations, he began to realize his worth. That he is needed in this world. That he has a mission. That his life matters.

And I, through many mistakes, apologies, and growth, learned how to parent him with intention. I discovered my purpose not just as a mom, but as his mom. I let go of guilt, forgave myself, and committed to learning alongside him. As he evolves, so must I.

Eventually, life gave me the opportunity to help other families walking this same painful road. I led support groups, created safe spaces for sharing, and saw firsthand the power of community healing. That’s when I knew: this is my calling.

I became a Certified Life Coach and specialized in Parenting Coaching. Because how I wish I had someone, a guide, a mentor, someone who had walked this road and could have made the path easier and faster for us.

I want to be that person for you.

This journey is hard. Depression doesn’t just disappear; it becomes something your child learns to live with, to navigate. And you, as their parent, must learn to walk beside them without losing yourself.

But you’re not alone.

Let’s fight this monster together. Our children need to see they are worth it, not just hear it. They don’t always believe they matter, so we must show them with action, presence, and fierce love, that they do.

What better way to show your child how important they are than by becoming the parent they need, not just the one you were taught to be?

I can’t wait to hear your story. And I’d be honored to walk this path with you.