Forged by fire. Refined by faith.
My early life was marked by trauma, chaos, and instability. I learned to perform before I learned to be still. I learned to push before I learned to process. I knew how to survive pressure. I didn’t yet know how to carry it with peace.
Then the life I had built broke open.
At thirty-two, I filed for personal bankruptcy. The number is simple. The experience was not. It meant shame, uncertainty, responsibility, and the fear that my worst chapter had finally exposed the truth about who I was.
It hadn’t. What it exposed was that I’d built an entire identity on production — and when the production stopped, there was almost nothing holding the frame up.
So I rebuilt. Not in one speech. Not in one weekend. I rebuilt through repeated action, clear standards, honest relationships, faith I couldn’t see the bottom of, and a willingness to keep working in the part of the story where nobody knew how it would end.