I never set out to become a changemaker. I don’t think anyone really does. For me, it happened slowly, after years of carrying pain that kept getting louder and patterns that kept circling back on themselves. Something in me finally whispered, Not like this. Not anymore. I became a changemaker the moment I stopped pretending. The moment I finally told the truth. When I stepped out of the silence that shaped my childhood and found the courage to speak, even knowing my speaking would probably...

I began as a daughter. A daughter of an alcoholic, born into the chaos and confusion of a narcissistic family system. Both of my parents inherited patterns and unhealed trauma from a long lineage before them. My father came from a long line of alcoholics, shame, and religious abuse, and my mother carried her own unhealed wounds born of deep family dysfunction and religious abuse. I was the youngest of four, the scapegoat, the one who carried the weight of unspoken truths and inherited pain. I...