I had become so busy, I hadn’t even realized that I had neglected my garden. 

Watching my plants wilt struck something in me. They were so full of life now dead. A part of me started to wilt inside. When I was 12, I was molested by a family member. Enduring years of sexual abuse by someone I trusted created a lot of fear. I was terrified to tell someone.

One day I got the courage to confront my abuser, and I did. I begged him to stop hurting me. Days later he took his life. I felt it was my fault. Yet, I was so relieved I would no longer endure abuse.

I was in a constant state of fear & anxiety until I forgave myself for the things I was not responsible for. 

I wrote my first book, opened my coaching practice, paying it forward, & helping hundreds of people going through pain, I turned my worst nightmare into my greatest gift.

We are seeds planted to grow into something beautiful. 

I hear you, I see you, I know you – This is your story as much as it is mine!

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