There was a time in my life when, from the outside, I looked strong, dependable, and capable… but on the inside, I felt completely disconnected from who I truly was.
I carried the weight of everything—my family, my responsibilities, and the expectations I placed on myself—with loyalty and even a sense of pride. As a single mother, I did what needed to be done and showed up for everyone I loved.
But somewhere along the way…I stopped showing up for me.
I had dreams—real dreams—, but I was afraid to pursue them.
Afraid of failing… and if I’m honest, even afraid of succeeding and not being able to sustain it.
I wrestled with:
- Self-doubt
- My self-image
- My self-worth
I knew what it felt like to put myself on the back burner… to pour into everyone else while quietly running on empty.
And then I reached a moment that changed everything.
A moment where, deep within, I said:
Enough is enough.
I went to God in a way I never had before—not polished, not perfect, just honest. I asked Him to show me my purpose… and to give me the courage to walk in it with passion and authority.
And He answered.
What he revealed to me was something that had been there all along—
I had been helping people for years. Guiding them. Encouraging them. Walking them through their own transformations.
I just didn’t have a name for it yet.
It was coaching.
As I began to consider stepping into that calling, life didn’t suddenly become easy… in fact, it became heavier.
My mother passed away.
Six months later, I became ill.
And shortly after that, I walked away from the man I loved—the only man I had ever truly seen myself marrying.
My life felt like it was unraveling all at once.
But instead of breaking me, it drove me deeper.
Deeper into prayer.
Deeper into the Word.
Deeper into seeking God—not just for answers, but for transformation.
And somewhere in that process…
I changed.
Not overnight.
But intentionally.
Spiritually.
Wholly.
I began to see myself the way God sees me.
I gained clarity.
I found alignment.
I discovered a confidence that wasn’t rooted in circumstances—but in identity.
I finally knew who I was.
And I became deeply certain about who I was called to help.
One day, while sitting at home, I looked up the definition of the word bliss:
A deep, abiding joy and peace.
And I knew…
That’s what I wanted for the women I would serve.
As I sat there thinking about the rest of the name, the word life came to mind.
But I didn’t want it to just be “life”…
I changed the “i” to a “y”—Lyfe—as a reflection that Yeshua is at the center of my life, the One who guides me, anchors me, and gives meaning to everything I do.
That’s how Bliss Lyfe was born.
Not from perfection…
But from the transformation.
Not from having all the answers…
But from walking through the process.
And this is why I do what I do.
Because I know what it feels like to be:
I see her…
because I was her.
And I also know what is possible on the other side.
You are not too late.
You are not too broken.
You are not disqualified by your past.
There is a version of you that is whole, aligned, confident, and walking fully in her God-given purpose.
And she is not separate from you…