Emotional Recovery Clinic

01/28/2026

People ask me all the time why I do what I do.
This is why.

Because I know pain.
I know hurt.
I know deep disappointment that changes how you see yourself and the world.

I know what it feels like to fall to your knees and realize you have nothing left—
no strength, no answers, no fight.

I know what it’s like to pretend you’re okay
because the people around you are more comfortable with your mask
than with your truth.

I know what it’s like to keep showing up for everyone else
while quietly falling apart inside.

I have lived in the place where survival was the only goal
and waking up felt heavier than going to sleep.

And in that place…
I made God a promise.

I told Him, If You ever get me out of this living hell,
I will spend the rest of my life teaching others how to get out too.

That promise changed everything.

This is not about money.
It’s about the woman who cries herself to sleep and tells no one.
It’s about the man who learned to numb because feeling hurts too much.
It’s about the person who looks “fine” but is breaking inside.

It’s about healing.
It’s about freedom.
It’s about learning how to walk in wellness instead of just surviving trauma.

I’m still keeping the covenant I made 15 years ago.

So I’ll ask you the same question that changed my life:
Do you want to be well?

If your heart whispered yes while reading this,
type YES in the comments—and I’ll show you how. 💔➡️💙

01/26/2026

I just finished the first women’s clinic of the year, and my heart is full.

These women didn’t walk in pretending they were okay.
They walked in hurting.
They laid their pain down together.
They cried together.
They sat in the hard places together.

And before you know it, they began to taste wellness—and they never wanted to go back.

They didn’t just leave encouraged.
They didn’t just leave with information.
They walked out healed, carrying a deep desire to help others do the same.

Trauma is hard.
Healing is real.
Wellness is possible.

If this speaks to you, drop a comment and tell us where you’re from and if you want to be well.

You don’t have to do this alone. 💙

01/23/2026

✨ I’m sitting in Orlando, Florida with nine brave women who decided to kick off 2026 in wellness.

They made a declaration:
Their pain and trauma will NOT write the next chapter of their story.

Don’t ask me how I learned to survive.
👉 Ask me how I learned to walk in wellness.

Because survival keeps you alive…
but wellness sets you free.

So I’ll ask you the same question Jesus asked:
Do you want to be well?

📍 Women’s Intensive – Charlotte, NC
🗓 February 19–22

📍 Men’s Intensive – Charlotte, NC
🗓 February 26–March 1

Your healing has a start date.
Your next chapter is waiting. 💙

01/22/2026

01/22/2026

Y’all DID It!!!
See ya at 7:30 tonight!

01/21/2026

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01/13/2026

✨ I’ve been holding on to a little surprise… and here it is! ✨

The American Association of Christian Counselors (AACC) has officially released Emotional Recovery Coaching — and to say I’m excited is an understatement!

So… what is Emotional Recovery Coaching?
It’s for anyone who wants to help people navigate hurt, pain, and trauma—including yourself.

Do you have to be a counselor? Nope.
Do you have to be a coach or a pastor? Not at all.

👉 If you are a pastor, counselor, or part of church leadership—can you take this course? You bet.

This is for anyone and everyone who feels called to help the hurting and wants practical, trauma-informed tools to do so. That’s what I love most—anyone can do this.

This is where HOPE comes in.
HOPE = Helping Other People Elevate.

Through HOPE and the Emotional Recovery Clinic, we are equipping everyday people, pastors, and leaders to bring healing into homes, churches, and communities—because hope multiplies when healing is shared.

And this is only the beginning.
👉 Next up: Trauma-Informed Discipleship.

The Emotional Recovery Clinic is stepping into a new season—teaching the Church how to help the hurting, because the Church is on the front lines every single day.

🔗 Learn more about Emotional Recovery Coaching here:
👉 Click here to learn more

If you want the Emotional Recovery Clinic and HOPE to come to your area and equip you to do this work, comment below:

👉 “I want to be well.”

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01/08/2026

Happy New Year 🤍

Well… I’ve been quiet on purpose.

Today is the 8th day of the year, so buckle up—this is long, because if you know me, you know there’s always a story.

Antoine and I returned from the Dominican Republic a few days before New Year’s. The trip was full of rest, renewal, and much-needed rejuvenation.

We don’t usually open the clinic until mid-to-late January, but God made it very clear that I was to get on a plane on New Year’s Day and head to Virginia.

Now here’s the truth—I did not want to leave home.
Have you ever not wanted to do what God told you to do?! 😅

I teach in the clinic obedience BEFORE understanding, so… I obeyed.

That weekend I hosted a private care clinic and taught a master class—both in the same weekend! The master class alone had 30+ women ready to kick off the new year walking in wellness.

Then I was asked to go to breakfast with a friend from AACC. Y’all… it was an hour out of my way, I was tired, and honestly ready to be done.

But the next morning, God woke me up before my alarm and simply said:
GO.

I can’t tell you everything yet because the ink isn’t dry, but hear me when I say this—AACC is about to release something life-changing, and they asked Emotional Recovery Clinic to help.

Another door.
Another assignment.
Another opportunity to guide hurting people to truth.

Y’all stay tuned—because you’re coming on this journey with me.

Next, I was asked to speak in Tennessee at an Isaiah 117 House training.
If you don’t know this nonprofit—go look them up right now.

When I was first asked, I said yes to someone very special to me, not Jesus… if I’m being honest.
Have y’all ever done that?

The night before I was supposed to speak, I asked the Lord,
“What do I say?”

Oh… and did He answer.

👉 You can’t pour from a contaminated well.
👉 You can’t execute a heavenly assignment while walking in the world wounded.

My prayer is that I’ll be invited back for a workshop—or even more training—because what God is doing there is sacred.

Now, on this 8th day of the year, I’m headed back to North Carolina.
And when I put my feet on NC soil, I’m declaring this:

God has spoken. Heaven has signed off on the deed.

God is doing a new thing, and there are signs everywhere.
This is the year I believe the Wellness Home will be built.

I asked God for my word for the year.
He said: MULTIPLY.

I said, “That’s a word I should give You, not You give me.”
(Yes… we argue sometimes 😄)

And then He reminded me of this verse:

“But the Lord said to my father David, ‘You did well to have it in your heart to build a temple for my Name.’
2 Chronicles 6:8 (NIV)

So I’m asking as many people as I can to believe with me—because belief happens best in agreement with Heaven.

👇 If you’ll agree with me, type 1468 in the comments.

Believe me… there’s a reason.
I’ll explain later. 🤍✨

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12/25/2025

Well… I did it. And you know me—there’s always a story.

Obviously, today is Christmas. And with Christmas comes expectations, comparison, and traditions. For me, that combination can be a recipe for disaster, disappointment, and devastation.

I’ve had some challenging Christmases before. I remember the first Christmas in our townhouse instead of our home in Fort Myers. Everything looked so different. There wasn’t a massive table. There weren’t multiple trees. The lanai wasn’t decorated. I remember buying a much smaller tree to fit the smaller space and saying, “This is a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.”

I didn’t embrace the “new” very well. I wanted MY traditions.

A few years went by, and eventually, I became accustomed to that version of hard.

But life has a way—when you finally get used to a new hard—of trying to knock you off your feet again.

If you’ve ever been to one of our clinics, you know I teach that the enemy doesn’t get a new bag of tricks. You just have to stay on guard and recognize his game.

And that’s exactly what happened this year.

I knew Thanksgiving and Christmas were going to be hard for me. Maybe not for Antoine—truthfully, I think he would’ve been fine—but I knew I wouldn’t be. When that reality hit, I told Antoine and some people on my team, “I need a battle plan. I don’t want the enemy to take me out.”

I knew I was wounded. And hurting people hurt people.

I also knew I could not stay home and fight the enemy on my turf this year. So I did something different—I started talking about it. I told others the truth. I said, “I can’t stay home and fight the enemy alone.” I started asking for suggestions.

I remember saying to someone on my team, “If the enemy is going to kick my butt, he’s going to have to find me—I’m not staying home to drown.”

So we went to the beach.
An all-inclusive resort.
Out of the country.

You may think that sounds dramatic or over the top—but I knew I had to flee. I needed a completely different environment and atmosphere. I needed to give myself a fighting chance instead of letting the enemy hold my head underwater, reminding me of everything I’ve done wrong and everything I don’t have.

I didn’t need to sit and scroll Facebook, comparing my family to everyone else’s.

Some might say I was running instead of dealing with reality. And sure—could that be a possibility? Maybe. But I also know this: I am made up of body, soul, and spirit. My spirit was strong. My soul was willing. But my body needed to be moved to a different environment for healing to happen.

It reminds me of Isaiah 43:18–19—where God says you have to let go of the old before He can do something new.

I had to be willing to release traditions.

There was no Christmas Eve church service with a seafood dinner.
No quiche for breakfast.
No ham or prime rib with all the fixings.
No exchanging gifts with laughter and “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I got…”

What I did have was someone who refused to let me do it alone.

I am deeply grateful that my husband said, “Whatever it takes, babe—let’s do it.”
I’m grateful there was no condemnation.
I’m grateful the “new” included the beach, sand, and pool.

At Christmas Eve dinner last night, there was even a small glimmer of the old—we ordered steak and lobster.
We met new friends who know people we need to know in Orlando (it really is a small world).

Before the day was over, I was already claiming victory.

I’m willing to let Him do something new in me—because I was willing to let go of the old in me.

Walking in wellness doesn’t mean you’ll never be hurt again.
It doesn’t mean you’ll never struggle again.

But it does mean you recognize your pain patterns.
You know what victory tastes like.
And more than anything—you know how the story ends.

So if Christmas is hard for you this year, it’s okay.
Feel the pain.
Shed the tear.
Find someone safe to talk to.
Don’t fight alone.
Ask for help.

And ask yourself this:
Are you willing to walk through the pain of the past so you can deal with the problems of the present?

From my family to yours—Merry Christmas. 🎄

12/25/2025

Life can be hurtful, hard, and stressful—but healing is possible. As we step into a new year, give yourself the gift of wellness.
✨ Our January Emotional Recovery Clinic is now open for registration.
Start 2026 walking in wellness!
Merry Christmas form our family to yours!

12/24/2025

I was leading a workshop in Virginia, walking people through the hurt of the holidays. The night before, I kept asking God, “What do You want me to share?”

Because for the very first time, I am walking through the heart of Christmas myself.

Yes, I’ve had disappointing Christmases before—sure. But this year?
Christmas hits differently.

I realized I needed a battle plan.
I had to choose to fight with myself, not against myself.
I had to choose to expose my heart—to let those closest to me see my fears, my tenderness, my truth.

As I prepared to teach, I asked God, “What was it really like?”
And He showed me the very first Christmas—in a way I had never seen before.

It wasn’t perfect.
The table wasn’t set just right.
There was no ideal environment.
No perfectly wrapped gifts.
No control. No certainty.

Just obedience.
Just surrender.
Just love showing up in the middle of uncertainty.

So as you prepare for Christmas—when everything isn’t just right,
when the meal isn’t perfect,
when the gift falls short,
when your heart feels tender—

Remember the first Christmas.

God didn’t wait for perfect conditions to come near.
He came anyway.

And He’s still doing that today

This is what He showed me

The first Christmas didn’t start with joy — it started with trembling hands and a terrified young girl.

Mary was a teenager. A virgin. Engaged, but not yet married. And suddenly, heaven interrupts her life with a message that would shake any woman’s soul:
“Fear not.”
Why would an angel need to start with those words?
Because Mary was standing at the doorway of a calling she never asked for and a future she couldn’t control.

Imagine her heart racing.
Imagine her wondering what Joseph would think… what her parents would say… what her community would do.
There was no mother to hold her.
No sister to sit beside her.
No friend whispering, “You’re going to be okay.”
She carried the weight alone — emotionally, spiritually, socially.

And then, when it was time to deliver the baby God Himself promised, she found herself far from home.

No mother.
No family.
No familiar faces.
Just Joseph… and fear… and a barn.

No woman dreams of giving birth in the cold, on the dirt floor, surrounded by the smell of animals, holding onto a man she barely knows, praying she heard God right. Mary wanted safety. She wantedComfort. She wanted A clean place to lay her baby.
Instead, heaven said she got straw.

She didn’t want her story to look like this.
She didn’t want her first moments of motherhood to happen in a place that felt beneath her, beneath her baby, beneath the promise.

But right there — in the place she never would have chosen — God met her.

In the middle of fear, isolation, and unmet expectations…
In the middle of “This isn’t what I hoped for”…
In the middle of a birth story that felt all wrong…

God whispered into the dark:
“Do not be afraid. I am with you.”

Christmas didn’t begin in comfort.
It began in fear, uncertainty, and the ache of feeling alone.
And that’s why Christmas speaks so deeply to the hurting — because God shows up in the barns of our lives, not after they’re clean, but right in the middle of the mess.

The first Christmas wasn’t merry the very first Christmas was really messy
Mary’s messy became our miracle!

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