Hi amazing you.

i’m glad you’re here

Grab your fave sip and snack. I’d like to share the story of why I am here and not 10 feet under. 

If you’re anything like I was many years ago, even reading the words “Hi, amazing you!” triggered something deep inside you that feels this compliment is far from the truth. I know how you feel. While I smiled on the outside in my trained southern style way, I was hurting on the inside for decades. I certainly didn’t believe I was amazing.

under the covers

I was the little girl with a flashlight under the covers at night—handful of crayons—scribbling out my feelings in color and shapes that didn’t feel safe enough to put into words.

I followed all the rules I was told by well meaning people. The abandoned rules of my heart slowly became locked away like an injured bird in a cage. The fear of being “me” eventually created an internal prison even more looming than the barbed wire exterior prison walls I could see in the distance from one of my childhood homes as a warden’s daughter.  My favorite memory of being on those grounds was that of “Big Jim,” one of my babysitters when I was about 4 years old. He was what they called a trustee inmate.  I don’t know why they called this thin, tall and lanky man “Big Jim” other than that his mustache was so large and entertaining, I can remember wanting to grab it with both hands and give it a pull! Maybe that’s why it’s called a handlebar mustache? He told me once to let my light shine. I could see in his eyes he meant it. 

all the right things

I got straights A’s, was in church every Sunday, graduated high school as “most likely to succeed”, went to college got the prestigious Bachelor of Science in Nursing, BSN, RN, got married, worked in the ER and ICU, and even became a licensed massage therapist to assist with additional healing for anyone in my path.

I made all the contributions I could to saving other’s lives and helping others in any way I could. I learned early on taking care of others and following their rules was very important. Anything outside of that would have been self-absorbed and “bad.” I can remember sometimes feeling that my very existence was bad.

fast forward

I’m on my second marriage, a mom, and approaching midlife. I had the American dream lifestyle and still flashed the pretend smile on the outside. But on the inside, I was spiraling downward and headed for rock bottom.

At 35 years old, my body felt 90, hurt at every joint and was sixty-five pounds overweight. My brain was so foggy I could barely complete a sentence, my marriage(again) was strained to the max, and I had zero sustainable energy to be the mother to my two daughters under two. From the shame of who I saw myself becoming, I started isolating myself from all friends and family and eventually began thinking of ways to end it all. 

the pain took over

One day while alone and the babies sleeping, the internal prison of my pain took over me. I was done. I had cleaned the house and made sure things looked “pretty.” My hair was styled and makeup picture perfect. I sat on the bed. I felt the weight of the cool metal in my hand and the bumpy texture of the grip as I curled my fingers around the handle.

I took one last look out the window and asked for forgiveness to the God that I had decided didn’t care… and then… she screamed. My youngest woke up really early and wailed like I had never heard before. My momma bear instincts took over, and I rushed to rescue my sweet angel baby girl. As I held her close to my chest, I woke up. I woke up from the slumber of the shackled life I was living and realized I had choices. I guess you could say it was a MildLife Awakening. I had been trying to save everyone else, but left me out of the line up. I was waiting for someone or something outside of myself to save me. The only thing that was going to save me - was me.

From that day forward

Since then, I have chosen daily to dedicate my best efforts to personal development, uncovering and healing past trauma personally and generationally, and discovering deeper levels of myself so I can live an aligned life with the rules of my heart.

It’s been a life-changing, full of grit and grace journey of working with therapists, mentors, coaches, attending workshops and experiential trainings. Some days there were only tiny choices made, but each of those micro choices contributed to the freedom I feel today! I have found miracles in the mess and purpose in the pain. I am a testimony that it is never too late to make your messy life a masterpiece.

Leading with love

With love, compassion, and an arsenal of tools to help you break free from unhealthy patterns, I am passionate about supporting people to unleash themselves from the prison of their past and guide them on the path to personal freedom and fulfillment.

My coaching approach considers all aspects of the human experience and my attuned intuition guides clients to connect the dots of mind, body, and spirit for transformative change. I grew up in south and north Louisiana and received my BSN from University of Louisiana, Monroe and Trauma Informed Master Coach certification from Elementum Coaching Institute. I am fascinated with the human experience, the mind-body-spirit connection and the science of neuroplasticity. I nerd-out on the nature of linguistics and the how the subtleties of communication shift perspective. An artist at heart, my soul feels at home doing anything creative whether it be painting, gardening, or having a dance party with my teen daughters. I currently reside in Alpharetta, GA and enjoy spending time with my family and friends. I am often found outdoors enjoying nature time with my favorite “neighbors” (the horses next door).

 work with me

If any of this resonates with you, please reach out and let me know how I can help. I offer a variety of services including private, one-on-one coaching, a custom, MidLife Awakening course specifically designed for women, as well as events and workshops designed to teach, facilitate, or support your existing platform.