I’m a counselor with more than twenty years of experience. For much of my life, I have had the privilege of walking alongside others as they work through pain, trauma, and the complicated stories that shape them. Counseling has allowed me to witness something beautiful again and again: people can heal, hope can return, and life can begin to feel whole again.

What many people don’t know is that my passion for healing didn’t only come from textbooks or training. It also developed from my own story.

Over the years, I have walked through deep trauma, including Satanic Ritual Abuse. My healing unfolded over many seasons, working with three separate counselors at different times in my life. Each season brought another layer of understanding, truth, and freedom.

But above all, my healing ultimately came through the truth and healing power of God. His presence met me in the hardest places and gently brought light into spaces that once felt too dark to face.

My life isn’t perfect and there are still difficult moments, but today I can honestly say, life feels different.

The colors really do seem brighter. Joy feels deeper. Peace feels steadier. And hope, the kind that only God can give, is real and lasting.  

Healing is worth it.

My days are now a joyful jumble of family laughter, hiking trails, digging in the garden, playing games (with whoever will play) and keeping up with my 8-pound whirlwind of fluff—a hyper Havanese.