About Us

I didn’t set out to become the dry, sarcastic friend on Facebook.

I set out to survive my own life.

After my chronic illness diagnosis, everything changed—my body, my capacity, my marriage, my appearance, my identity. Suddenly, normal things such as everyday chores became impossible, which was super fun because apparently needing rest can be mistaken for “being lazy.” Love that for us.

For a while, I believed it.

The arguing got louder. The guilt got heavier. I looked different. I felt different. And somewhere in the middle of pain, conflict, and trying to explain myself to people who didn’t understand, I started wondering if maybe I really was the problem.

Then one day, I couldn’t stand at the stove because of the pain.

And I knew.

I wasn’t making it up.
I wasn’t choosing this.
I wasn’t lazy.
I was living in a body with limited capacity, and I had no tools, no language, and no support for what that meant.

Later, when I learned what a Spoonie was—and realized there were millions of women living some version of the same story—everything clicked into place.

I wasn’t broken. I was under-resourced.

So I started saying the things most women with chronic illness were only saying in their heads. The messy things. The sarcastic things. The “please stop telling me yoga will fix my nervous system and my marriage” things.

And women started showing up.

They told me I made them feel seen.
They told me I gave them words they didn’t have.
They told me they finally felt less alone.

That became the beginning of my work.

Now, through The S.A.S.S. Method™ Conflict Reset Program, I help women with chronic illness retrain identity and conflict patterns so hard conversations don’t keep turning into guilt, shutdown, over-explaining, or full-body collapse.

Because you don’t need more mindset journaling.

You need structure.
You need scripts.
You need regulation tools.
You need boundary language that doesn’t sound like a courtroom defense.

And most of all, you need to remember this:

Even with limited capacity, you are still you.

Your illness may have changed your body, your energy, your relationships, and your daily life.

But it does not get to erase your identity.

And no one—not a partner, not a family member, not a doctor, not your own guilt spiral at 2 a.m.—has the right to take that away from you.

❤ & 🥄