07/01/2025
12 Things You May Not Know About Me
1) I’m a woman of faith.
My faith shapes how I show up in life and with others. I live by: “If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.” Faith gives me hope—and I believe everyone has faith in something, whether it’s God, purpose, or love.
2) I have one dimple.
Just one. On my right cheek. My little sister clearly took the other. 🙃
3) I don’t have a perfect marriage, perfect motherhood, or perfect friendships.
People often assume I must, because I help others build better relationships. But the truth is—I’m in the work too. I’m here because I need the accountability to keep growing in my own patterns and choices.
4) I love all things salted caramel.
Which sums me up: mostly sweet, but I can get salty when pushed. 😅
5) My mom raised us solo for a while.
Even though my parents are still married, my dad was away in med school in Mexico from when I was 3 to 7. My parents sacrificed so much for us—and it shaped my work ethic and heart.
6) I didn’t grow up wanting to be a therapist.
I thought I’d be a writer and speaker. I used to write books and poetry constantly. But my Caribbean dad, with love (and a bit of pressure), nudged me toward a “real career.” Fast forward: he’s now one of my biggest supporters.
7) I’ve never lived alone.
From my childhood home to roommates to now living with my forever roommate—my husband and our two kids—I’ve always valued connection. It’s no surprise that I specialize in relationships.
8) I experienced postpartum depression.
After a traumatic birth with my son, I struggled deeply. That experience fuels my passion for maternal mental health, women’s wellness, and advocacy.
9) I had an unmedicated VBAC 17 months later.
It was one of the most empowering moments of my life and the turning point where I told myself: I do hard things.
10) I’m slightly pigeon-toed.
And no, I’m not correcting it.
11) I put garlic seasoning on nearly everything.
If I’m cooking, there’s garlic involved. Period.
12) I may be extroverted, but I treasure quiet.
Give me a solo beach day, a journal, and a good book—and I’m in heaven. I don’t need constant activity to feel full.
