At 11 years old, I uncovered the truth behind my mother’s murder — and took the witness stand to put my father behind bars. That trauma didn’t end my story. It lit the fire that still fuels it.

Here, I share hard-won insights on resilience, healing, and the messy, yet meaningful work of becoming whole again.

This is about what comes next: the resilience, the rebuilding, the rise.

You’re not alone. You’re not broken. And you’re not done yet.