I built this from inside the trenches.

Wife to a Marine who retired last year after 29 years of service.

Mom to five — three born under my heart and two born in it who are still in Sierra Leone.

I bring a decade of experience in ministry and leadership, a faith that has been tested all the way down, and the lived experience of carrying compounded grief — loss stacked on loss — for years while looking completely fine on the outside. And yes: six years of quietly numbing it at night until I could fall into bed.

I built businesses. I led teams. I showed up. I functioned. And I hid.

I hid behind staying up late. Behind being the strong one. Behind a faith that looked good on the outside and felt hollow at 1am. I wrote sticky notes about surrender and poured another drink after everyone went to sleep. I prayed for breakthrough and then numbed myself so thoroughly I couldn't receive one if it came.

I am walking this road alongside you. Sharing the tools I learned on my own because I didn't know where else to turn. Sharing what I wish someone had handed me when I was too ashamed to ask for help.

I wrote Finding God in the Trenches for the woman who looks put together while quietly drowning. The one who knows all the right words and can't feel a single one of them. The one who has been strong for so long she forgot what it feels like to be held.

This summer I'm walking through the book with a group of women — six weeks, completely free, no live calls, no homework, no pressure to perform.

If you're carrying something heavy, you don't have to carry it in silence. Today can be Day One.