About

My Independence Day

On July 4th, I declared my independence—not from a country, but from the silence.

From the fear.
From the shame.
From the quiet suffering that so many first responder wives endure behind closed doors.

I declared independence from the invisible weight I’ve carried while trying to hold a family together.
From the sleepless nights.
From the crushing pressure to be strong for everyone, even when I was falling apart inside.

I stood up not because everything was finally okay, but because I was done pretending it ever was.

This is my line in the sand.

My story isn’t wrapped in a neat little bow. I’m a mom. A wife. A woman who’s walked through fire alongside the man I love—and came out singed, but still standing.

I created this space as a lifeline.
For every woman who’s felt isolated in her pain.
For every family fighting battles no one sees.
For every person trying to hold it together with duct tape, coffee, and stubborn hope.

“My Independence Day” isn’t just about me.
It’s about us.
It’s about choosing truth over image, courage over comfort, and healing over hiding.

So if you’re here, welcome.
You don’t have to carry it all alone anymore.
This is your space too.

Let’s speak the things we were taught to bury.
Let’s break generational silence with grace and grit.
Let’s redefine what strength really looks like.

This is the start of something real.