02/24/2026
There was a seed planted in me in graduate school.
I was sitting in clinical supervision in the early stages of my own healing, untangling things I did not yet understand and would continue working through for decades.
My supervisor saw something in me before I fully saw it in myself. He championed me in a steady, grounded way. I am grateful he saw me then.
I see myself now.
Last year, when I released The Edge of Enough, something shifted in me. It was the first time I fully claimed my voice.
I had practiced that voice with my daughters their entire lives. Strengthening it. Refining it. But there were still old roles and old patterns quietly shaping where and how I showed up.
Then last March my mom passed.
For the first time in my life, I was no longer managing parents. No longer carrying what was never fully mine to carry.
The relief surprised me. It wasn’t just logistical. It was nervous system relief. A layer of vigilance dissolved. A layer of constant readiness softened.
And I could finally see the pattern.
I was shaped early to be useful. Quiet. Accommodating. Deeply attuned. Reading rooms before I had language for what I was sensing.
In the environment I grew up in, that attunement became strategy.
Staying small felt like safety. When safety depends on it, you become very skilled at it.
I did.
And I am grateful to be free of it.
I am not the woman I was a year ago. Or five. Or ten. Or twenty.
I honor every version of me who survived and kept believing in more.
But this version breathes differently.
While The Edge of Enough was being edited, I began writing the next book. It is nearly ready for my editor now. That book exists because I was willing to release the first.
Because of where I am now, I am opening a few mentorship spaces.
This work is intimate and deliberate. It is for those ready to live from their worth instead of performing for it.
If this resonates, you know how to reach me.
Enough is the foundation.
From there, everything changes.