My name means “black” or “dark one”. 

Fun huh? 

While I like my name, for a big part of my life I thought I had been cursed with darkness. It didn’t help that I was born on the darkest day of the year, the Winter Solstice. Midwinter.  

I’ve spent a lot of time in dark places. Wrestled with fear and anxiety and depression. I have my demons of trauma. I’ve come this close to taking my own life. Yes, darkness and I are old friends. 

But something happened along my journey. I decided I wanted to live. Really live, not just survive. So I dug into the dark places in my heart. I explored the pain. I sat with the sadness. I paid for lots and lots of therapy. I read enough books to start a small library. I surrounded myself with a community of people who spoke truth and showed up even when it was really hard. 

Then years later, my husband made an off the cuff comment to me about Midwinter being the last day before the light. That every day after Midwinter the days get longer and brighter. Hope, even in the darkest season. 

If you find yourself in a dark season I’d love to see how we can partner together to help you keep walking towards the light. I’m not afraid of dark places. No, not even that dark place that you’ve kept secret all these years. 

Let’s find the light together!