and show up for what you never saw coming?

are you ready to equip yourself

You no longer have to do this alone.

there is hope.

The light that will help warn you when you’re about to crash into the rocks.

The light that gives you hope in the middle of the dark, stormy seas.

The light that will guide you into the motherhood journey you didn’t think you could have with this paralyzing curse looming over you.

The light that will help warn you when you’re about to crash into the rocks.

The light that gives you hope in the
middle of the dark, stormy seas.

The light that will guide you into
the motherhood journey
you didn’t think you could have with this paralyzing curse looming over you.

So here I am.
Think of me as your personal lighthouse.

Because I know the war it is to
fight against the doubts.

I know the feelings you hide,
the hopelessness you try to suppress,
and the blindsiding anger and confusion that implodes
over this thing you never saw coming.


I am living proof that we can come out of those trenches.

Because I know the war it is to
fight against the doubts.

I know the feelings you hide,
the hopelessness you try to suppress,
and the blindsiding anger and confusion
that implodes over this thing
you never saw coming.


I am living proof that
we can come out of those trenches.

I began to ask God "why" I had all those years stolen from me.
Then one day I realized this was so that I could be there for moms like you.

I began to ask God "why"
I had all those years stolen from me.
Then one day I realized this was
so that I could be there for moms like you.

In 2022 we found out we were pregnant again.
This time I put in all the things I had been learning in hopes
that I would finally experience a "normal postpartum" period.

There were some normal postpartum hiccups,
but for the first time ever...
no PMADs.

In 2022 we found out we were pregnant again.
This time I put in all the things
I had been learning in hopes
that I would finally experience a
"normal" postpartum period.

There were some normal postpartum hiccups,
but for the first time ever...
no PMADs.

I spent that decade learning how to
prepare myself for the worst.
An entire 1/3 of my life became
dedicated to prioritizing myself,
gaining insight,
listening to my body and it’s needs,
and riding the “white water rafting”
experience of balancing life and postpartum.

I spent that decade learning how to
prepare myself for the worst.
An entire 1/3 of my life became dedicated to prioritizing myself, gaining insight, listening to my body and it’s needs, and riding the “white water rafting”
experience of balancing life and postpartum.

But deep down I knew better than all that.
I just didn’t know where or who to go to.
So I did what all us moms do - figured it out.

But deep down I knew better than all that.
I just didn’t know where or who to go to.
So I did what all us moms do - figured it out.

I spent too long in those trenches without adequate support.

Had a doctor who truly cared but was only equipped to prescribe me medication. 

A husband who had no understanding of why this kept happening
or what he could do about it.

“Friends” and “family” who cast judgement upon me while spitting out
toxic lies that I would come to believe about myself.

A “church” that would tell me I didn’t “have enough faith” and
whispered about me anytime I left the room.

I spent too long in those trenches without adequate support.

Had a doctor who truly cared but was only equipped to prescribe me medication. 

A husband who had no understanding
of why this kept happening or
what he could do about it.

“Friends” and “family” who cast judgement upon me while spitting out toxic lies that I would come to believe about myself.

A “church” that would tell me I didn’t
“have enough faith”
and whispered about me
anytime I left the room.

Fast forward to senior year where I met my husband. That man's half crooked smile left me breathless and I fell in love. Obviously he felt the same way toward me because it wasn't long before we were married with 5 kids. I'd like to say it was sunshine and rainbows, but we both know that's far from the truth. Because life, right?

My motherhood journey started at 16 and pregnant where I lost my first child.
I was all alone. Even though losing that baby meant I wouldn't be a single teen mother, it didn’t take away the pain. I spent a long time confused and angry with God.

I was also someone who envisioned a certain type of motherhood before becoming blindsided with reality.

If you find yourself here because you
feel like you’re drowning…
you’re in the right place.

hey there warrior