I built this from inside the trenches.

Wife to a Marine who retired last year after 29 years of service.

Mom to five — three born under my heart and two born in it who are still in Sierra Leone.

I am a trained therapist with a Master's in Social Work from the University of Southern California, a decade of experience in ministry and leadership, and six years of numbing my compound grief with bourbon until I could fall into bed.

I built businesses. I led teams. I showed up. I functioned. And I hid.

I hid behind staying up late. Behind being the strong one. Behind a faith that looked good on the outside and felt hollow at 1am. I wrote sticky notes about surrender and poured another drink after everyone went to sleep. I prayed for breakthrough and then numbed myself so thoroughly I couldn't receive one if it came.

I am walking this road alongside you. Sharing the tools I learned on my own because I didn't know where else to turn. Sharing what I wish someone had handed me when I was too ashamed to ask for help.

I wrote Finding God in the Trenches for the woman who looks put together while quietly drowning. The one who knows all the right words and can't feel a single one of them. The one who has been strong for so long she forgot what it feels like to be held.

And I built Surrender for her too.

This is not a program with all the answers. It's a community where you don't have to clean up before you come in. Where women who look exactly like you are already waiting. Where today can be Day One.