I’ve lived a life most people wouldn’t believe.

From surviving childhood trauma and abusive relationships, to flatlining in a car crash that left me dead on arrival—I’ve walked through hell and came back with stories etched into my body, mind, and spirit.

I was in a coma for nearly three weeks. Doctors told my family I wouldn’t survive—and if I did, I’d more than likely be brain dead. They said I’d never walk again, and that I’d spend the rest of my life in a nursing home.
I defied every single one of those predictions.
Not because I’m superhuman. But because I’m stubborn as hell—and because mindset saved my life.

I’ve had over 22 surgeries. I had to relearn how to walk, how to live, and how to believe I was worthy of being here.

For years, I hid my scars. I let pain dictate how I saw myself. Then one day, I showed up to a modeling audition in nothing but my truth—and everything changed. I stopped hiding. I started healing. And I’ve been helping others do the same ever since.

In 2021, I lost my sister in a car accident. That heartbreak cracked me open in ways I never expected. I poured that pain into a book—REPEAT AFTER ME... I am A BAD*SS Bitch: 365 Days of Badass Affirmations—written for every person trying to heal out loud.
I’m now in the process of adopting the youngest daughter she left behind. It’s one of the hardest, most beautiful things I’ve ever done—and a daily reminder that love can be reborn from loss.

I was raised by an amazing single mother who gave everything she had to protect and provide for me. When she told my biological father (I call him “sperm donor”) she was pregnant, he pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth.
But, everything happens for a reason.
When I was 7 years old, I was adopted by the man I call my dad—Doug. He’s one of the greatest influences in my life, and you’d never know we weren’t related by blood. Our bond is proof that real love is chosen, not just inherited.

Today, I’m in the happiest, healthiest relationship of my life—happily married and deeply grateful. I’m a proud mother to two amazing teenagers who light up my life. I also made the incredibly difficult decision as a young mother to entrust my first daughter to her father’s family to be raised. At the time, I believed it was the best thing I could do for her. It’s a truth that carries both deep pain and deep love, and I hold space for that every day.

Now, as I walk the path of adopting my sister’s youngest, I am learning that motherhood can look many different ways—and all of them require grace, strength, and heart.

I speak on panels across Colorado and at conferences nationwide as a survivor of both domestic and sexual violence. Sharing my truth has become not just part of my healing—but part of how I help others begin theirs.

Everything I share—my story, my scars, my strength—is for the ones who feel like they’re barely holding on. I’m here to remind you that you can rise. You can rewrite your story. And you are more than what happened to you.

Whether you're healing from trauma, learning to love your scars, or just trying to believe in yourself again—you’re in the right place.

This isn’t just my story.
It might be yours, too.