My Story

   I came into this life with a soul contract that would not be easy. From childhood, I was tested in ways that few could see. Growing up under the weight of narcissistic abuse from my father, I learned early how words could wound, how love could be twisted into control, and how silence became survival. Yet even in those dark moments, Spirit whispered to me that I was meant to rise—that my life’s pain would one day become part of my purpose.

   When I was still so young myself, life placed me in the role of mother. Teenage pregnancy brought with it challenge, judgment, and struggle, but also the fiercest love I had ever known. My children became my anchors and my greatest teachers, showing me that unconditional love could be both fragile and unstoppable.

   Grief found me early. Losing both of my parents left a hole that could never fully close. When my father passed, I was given guardianship of my youngest brother. I carried him as best I could, even while carrying my own grief, trauma, and responsibilities as a mother. My siblings, too, battled their own storms—alcoholism and mental illness shadowed our family, adding weight to an already heavy journey. It often felt like I was holding up a world that was crumbling around me, yet I never let go of hope.

   My marriage, too, became a place of pain. Narcissistic abuse mirrored what I had endured in childhood—gaslighting, manipulation, and the erosion of self. For years, I lived in the storm, questioning my worth, until Spirit pulled me back into my truth and showed me I was worthy of freedom and love.

   One of my deepest heartbreaks has been the alienation from my youngest child. To love a child so deeply and be cut off from their presence is a grief that never fully heals. Yet, I hold a sacred faith that our story is not over—that Spirit will guide us back to one another when the time is right.

   Through all of this—abuse, grief, addiction in my family, guardianship, early motherhood, and alienation—I have been shaped into someone who sees beneath the surface. My path has been one of fire, but fire does not only destroy; it refines. Out of ashes, I have grown into a healer, teacher, and guide.

   Tarot came into my life not as a coincidence, but as a lifeline. The cards spoke the truths I had always known deep inside but had been too silenced to voice. They became both my mirror and my medicine. Through them, I began to reclaim my voice and offer others a path back to themselves.

   Today, I stand not as a victim, but as a survivor. I am a mother, a sister, a guardian, a healer, and a seeker. My scars are not shame—they are proof of resilience. My wounds have become wisdom, and my story has become medicine. I walk with compassion because I know the weight of suffering. And I walk with faith, because even in the darkest chapters, Spirit has always carried me through.

   This is not the end of my story—it is the unfolding of a life still in motion. My past shaped me, but it does not define me. My truth is that I am resilient, I am rising, and I am here to shine light on the path for others who are still walking through their own shadows.