From the Trenches

When I Started Writing This Series I didn’t plan to write this series. I didn’t sit down one day and think, “I’m going to share the hardest, messiest, most vulnerable parts of my life with the world.“ This series happened because I needed to process what I’ve been through—and because I know someone out there…

When You Lose Ground Spiritually I used to be the mom who showed up at church every week. Not because I had everything figured out, but because serving felt like home. I worked every Wednesday evening in the nursery. I served the 2nd Sunday in the nursery and the 1st and 3rd Sundays at the…

When the Plan Fell Apart I had a plan: A stable job. Financial security. A clear path forward. I was going to build a business, teach moms about finances and legacy, and create something beautiful for my family. But plans don’t always survive real life. Four job changes in a year. Income tumbling from $32…

There’s a certain kind of loneliness that doesn’t feel like being alone in a room. It feels like being alone in a crowd. It feels like disappearing in slow motion—and realizing no one noticed. That was this season for me. The season when my mental health collapsed, my friendships shifted, my support system thinned out,…

When the Bottom Falls Out There’s a particular kind of terror that comes when your life doesn’t fall apart all at once, but little by little. A little lost here. A paycheck cut there. A bill that can’t be paid. A car payment skipped “just this once.” And before you know it, the edges of…

The Invisible Battle No One Sees Some posts are easier to write than others. It’s strangely easier to talk about trauma, diagnoses, hospital stays, and legal battles than it is to talk about this: The thoughts I think about myself as a mom.  From the outside, a mom can look “fine.” The kids are fed.…

A Note on Privacy:This series shares parts of my personal journey as a woman, a mother, and a believer walking through hard seasons. When my daughters or son are mentioned, their stories are shared only with their awareness and consent, and details are intentionally limited to protect their dignity, privacy, and emotional well-being. This is…

When the Medication Stops Working I was in 7th grade when I was first diagnosed with depression and anxiety. The doctor prescribed medication, and I thought that I finally had an answer. Take the pills, feel better, move on with life. Except I didn’t feel better. The dosage kept increasing. Higher and higher until I…

A Note on Privacy:This series shares parts of my personal journey as a woman, a mother, and a believer walking through hard seasons. When my daughters or son are mentioned, their stories are shared only with their awareness and consent, and details are intentionally limited to protect their dignity, privacy, and emotional well-being. This is…

A Note on Privacy:This series shares parts of my personal journey as a woman, a mother, and a believer walking through hard seasons. When my daughters or son are mentioned, their stories are shared only with their awareness and consent, and details are intentionally limited to protect their dignity, privacy, and emotional well-being. This is…