Sometimes the turning point isn’t when everything falls into place—it’s when everything falls apart. This post explores what betrayal can reveal, and how clarity begins the moment we start questioning the life we built on autopilot.
At six years old, I returned to the U.S. on the QE2 after a childhood spent overseas. Decades later, I found myself chasing a familiar kind of wonder—but what I really needed wasn’t another adventure. It was a return to the woman I had always been.
What began as a prayer in my darkest year became the foundation for my life, my business—and a quiet revolution for women ready to return to themselves.
When the words were perfect but the truth wasn’t, I had to choose clarity over the fairytale. This is the moment I stopped waiting—and started building my own life.
The ring fit, but nothing else did. What looked like a dream proposal started to unravel in silence. If you’ve ever smiled through something that didn’t feel quite right—this one’s for you.