There are moments in life that shift everything—moments that divide who you were from who you’re becoming.

One of those moments came for me after a traumatic motorcycle accident. I remember sitting in a sterile hospital room as the doctor looked me in the eye and told me I would never have movement or feeling in my right arm again. In that instant, I made a vow: I would not play the victim. I would not use my arm as an excuse. That single decision built a fire in me—one that carried me through some of the darkest valleys of my life, including losing everything financially. I kept pushing, even when I was hurting inside.

But what I didn’t realize then was that refusing to play the victim came at a cost. I never allowed myself to fully accept my arm, my body, or even my reflection. I held it all together on the outside, but internally, I felt unworthy—of love, of peace, of the life I truly desired. I was living just to survive. Waiting for joy. Waiting for someone to give me permission to fully live. But no one was coming. I had to lead myself. I had to change.

And I remember the moment that broke me wide open: I looked in the mirror and couldn’t meet my own eyes. That version of me was tired, disconnected, and drowning in survival. I didn’t like who I had become. I didn’t see hope in the direction I was going.

That’s when everything shifted. I chose change. I chose growth. I chose to become the person I was created to be. I let go of waiting and started building. I began to rebuild my self-worth. I stopped hiding. I started healing. And I began creating a life rooted in faith, purpose, authenticity, and deep, unshakable self-worth.

That’s why I do what I do now—because I know what it’s like to feel stuck, disconnected, and uncertain if your life will ever feel whole again. And I also know what it takes to rewrite your story and finally come home to who you really are.