In my early 30s, I attended an event that flipped my world upside down—in the best way possible. That single moment, that one new perspective, completely transformed my life. It’s wild how just one shift can set you on an entirely new path.

But let’s rewind a bit. I grew up in sunny Southern California, though my childhood wasn’t all sunshine and palm trees. By the age of 5, I’d already seen more darkness than any kid should. My parents fought constantly, and their toxic marriage ended. What followed was a whirlwind of babysitters and being thrust into the role of "oldest sister," which, let me tell you, made me grow up fast. Too fast.

I understood grown-up problems but only had the capacity of a child to process them. That’s a recipe for some seriously big feelings and zero tools to handle them. Oh, and let’s add a side of raging junior-high acne to the mix. It was so bad, I practically had a reserved seat in the Self-Loathing Club. Those years did a number on my self-esteem and planted the seeds for some pretty destructive limiting beliefs.

Still, I was a good kid. I wanted to be the good girl and be obedient. I went to church every Sunday and attended morning seminary my entire high school years. I threw myself into school and sports, eventually earning a spot as a college volleyball player. My skin cleared up, and with it came a new wave of confidence—though it came without boundaries. At 19, I spiraled into self-destruction and self-sabotage, which came to a screeching halt when I found out I was pregnant.

Placing my beautiful baby girl for adoption was the hardest thing I’ve ever done but the pause on self-destruction didn’t last long. Patterns like that don’t just magically disappear—they come back until you face them head-on and learn the lesson. Toxic relationships and bad decisions stayed on repeat until I finally decided I was done being my own worst enemy.

The turning point? Standing on stage in front of hundreds of people, experiencing what it felt like to release a negative belief and reclaim my power. That moment planted the seed. Over the next decade, I poured thousands of dollars, hours, and energy into training and certifications across several healing modalities. Slowly but surely, I cracked the code.

It wasn’t complicated—just deeply transformative. And I knew I couldn’t keep it to myself. I had to share it with my sisters—the women who, like me, are ready to rewrite their stories and reclaim the lives they deserve.