You know what it’s like to hold everything together because everyone else falls apart. You're tough... I get it. You're the one who always figures it out, gets it done, and finds a way. That's why they come to you.
I've been a caregiver since I was 9 years old. I've raised kids, siblings, and grandkids. I've spent decades being the responsible, dependable, resourceful one. But being the empathetic nurturer also cost me everything.

My husband was diagnosed with sinus and brain cancer and of course I became his caregiver. What else could I possibly do? Between caring for him and every other person who looked like they needed help, I burned the fuck out.

I had ignored my own needs for so long that my resolve finally broke. It became a matter of survival, and I walked away from my life. At age 47 I was starting over from scratch. Step by step, piece by piece, I turned to nature, yoga, music, and a whole lot of messy growth.

I created a new life for myself, and now I'm living with a Pirate at the Freak Farm, where I get to share sunrises, stories, hard-won wisdom, and my loving sass with the world.

That’s where I learned the truth about real self-care. I've learned that self-care isn't an option, it sure as hell isn't selfish, and it can't be accomplished in big grand gestures. It's about choosing yourself and being purposeful about your micro-habits.

The women who come into my world become rooted in self-leadership — they stop drowning in guilt and start choosing themselves unapologetically.