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motherhood. healing. wellness.


There are 10 million single mother-lead families in the United States. This is 3x the number in 1960.

I was determined not to let the above statistics define me as a mother or a woman. After enduring a painful divorce, I was determined to create a space that allowed me to share my truth and inspire other while doing so. It’s important as women and as survivors to live through our experiences, not become them. The stories I share are all about me growing through what I've been through. I had to be resilient not only for myself but for the sake of my children and all of you who support my work. Thank you for being a part of my journey.




Oct' 18



I gave up on everyone. Yes, Everyone. There was once a time where I was always concerned about everyone’s well-being. The people closest to me meant everything to me. If I noticed that something was off or if someone needed help, I would go all out for them. It would be almost to the point where I was sick because I was so worried for them. And it had gotten to a point where it literally consumed me. And by my marriage being so toxic, it didn’t help that I was losing the inner essence of who I was.

By the time I filed for divorce, I was a messy heap of who I once was. Mentally, I was buried under ashes and rubble. But there was one faint spark that I was able to hold on to and God used that tiny spark and turn it into a huge explosion. Over time, I was able to rise and become a better version of myself. As I continue my journey of healing and reconnecting with myself, here are a few things that I have been learning along the way.






OCT' 18



I can’t even begin to say how tired I am. The drama that comes with divorce has a tendency to drain the life force out of me. There are days where the battles get so hard that I don’t even know how much longer I can keep pushing through. There are many nights after my kids are asleep and I shed tears and wonder, “why me?” I know that I’m a good person. I know that I only have good intentions. However, I feel persecuted, misunderstood, unheard, and well….alone. Now I am human. These emotions that I feel are natural under these circumstances. I’m at war. There will be battles that I will lose.

But God……

I can’t count the number of times that I’ve been knocked down in this process. But I’ve learned to let God be the one to pull me up and keep me going. And through this process, I’ve been allowed to see what I’ve had to do to keep it all together. Not just for my children but for myself. Slowly, but surely, I’ve been coming back to myself and finding the best ways for me to deal with these tough times. Here are just a few of the methods that I use.