THE FOUNDATION
of TRG.

To understand how TRUTH. RESILIENCE. GRACE. came to be, I must take you back to 2019, one of the most painful and agonizing seasons of my adult life.

On one particular morning in July, I was curled in a fetal position on the floor of my closet…my safe place. I was completely overwhelmed, my heart and soul shattered, frozen beneath the weight of the most intense pain imaginable. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, and my eyes were swollen from crying throughout the night.

For the first time I could remember, I felt completely alone.

My closet was supposed to be the one place where I could allow myself to be vulnerable and speak openly with my beautiful Heavenly Father. Yet, as I quietly begged for His help, I could not feel His presence or comfort. I could not hear Him.

There was only silence.

That silence would remain with me for the next six months as I tried to navigate heartbreak after heartbreak…intense hopelessness and excruciating feelings of loss, betrayal, and fear.

Please understand that my TRUTH and trauma began long before July 2019. However, TRUTH. RESILIENCE. GRACE. originated in that precise moment. A moment when I believed God was no longer with me, but one I now realize would eventually lead me here, exactly where God wanted me to be.

In January 2020, in the most extraordinary way, God revealed: He had never left me. He had been beside me the entire time.

Much of 2020 would feel very similar to that morning in July 2019, but there was one profound difference…I knew I was not alone. I could feel and hear God throughout my suffering, and knowing He was with me kept me moving forward.

Although I had begun acknowledging my TRUTH, I continued guarding it as my secret. In November 2020, my amazing uncle somehow recognized part of what I was experiencing. I still do not know how.

It would be December before I disclosed even a small part of my TRUTH to the rest of my family…and only because circumstances forced me to. I believed my life was in greater danger than ever before.

I was terrified, and I needed help.

I continued moving forward.

That was RESILIENCE.

The year was consumed by therapy, medical treatments, emotional processing, and holistic approaches to healing a very fragile body…all in an effort to begin my healing journey.

Litigation was relentless, but my RESILIENCE was stronger.

There were good days, bad days, and impossible days, but God was always there. So were my closest friends and family. I continued guarding my privacy and struggles intensely, but I was moving through my healing journey and slowly beginning to live again.

In 2022, I truly believed my life was moving forward in a positive direction. I found purpose again, and for the first time in years, I had hope for a future.

It was still a stressful year filled with divorce proceedings, work, and the continuing process of healing…but it was positive. I was living again, not merely existing. For the first time since 2014, I could envision a future and a life of my own.

Then, on November 1, 2022, everything changed.

All the positive progress I had sacrificed for and fought so hard to build in my life over the past 2-years was stolen from me in a single instant. What followed was an incomprehensibly painful judicial process that I experienced as dehumanizing, corrupt, and profoundly unjust.

I believed the TRUTH, the law and my constitutional and civil rights would protect me, I was completely naïve and wrong.

The rulings that followed devastated what remained of my security and hope for the future. I watched everything I had endured, sacrificed, and rebuilt being ripped away from me while the man who had spent years tormenting me and trying to destroy my life walked away with everything (literally 100% of our community estate including my personal items).

It was surreal.

After finally acknowledging my TRUTH and working relentlessly to heal and rebuild, I watched all the progress I had made being intentionally and completely demolished. I was pulled back into the same darkness, fear, confusion, distorted reality, isolation, loss of identity, and hopelessness I had fought so hard to survive during my marriage.

I no longer felt as though I were fighting only the abuse inflicted upon me throughout my marriage. I now felt trapped inside a judicial system that was inflicting another form of abuse.