my journey from surviving to coaching

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There was a time when I didn’t recognize myself.

I had lost the fire inside of me- my passion, my joy. 

I was walking on eggshells, questioning my worth, and calling the pain “love” because I didn’t know any better. That's what I had learned in my family of origin. 

Leaving my emotionally abusive marriage wasn’t a single moment — it was a thousand tiny awakenings.

That gut wrenching feeling in my stomach that I would get when he belittled me. 

The way I would feel like I was slowly dying inside when I would silence myself to avoid an argument. 

The anger I would have to swallow to stay safe when he was yelling at me again and again. 

The podcast episode that made me realize that I had been living in fear.

And then there was the morning I chose peace over chaos.

The day I decided that surviving wasn’t enough — I wanted to heal. I wanted to thrive!

Healing became my devotion, not only for me but for those in my sphere of influence. 

And slowly, I rebuilt myself — truth by truth, boundary by boundary, breath by breath.

It's always a journey and it is work that I will be doing forever. 

And now, I also help other women do the same.

To see through the confusion.

To remember themselves. 

To remember their power. 

To remember that they are exactly who they are supposed to be and that their lives matter. 

To walk away not just from someone else’s control — but toward their own freedom.

Because no woman should have to lose herself to be loved.

And no woman should have to walk that road alone. 🤍

It's time to know and embody your worth. 

xo, Ashley