Welcome, come in, pull up a chair
Welcome, come in, pull up a chair.
You won’t need a map, a GPS, or emotional protective gear to make it through here.
This isn’t the New Jersey Turnpike where you miss one exit and somehow end up in Delaware.
It’s not a roundabout where you spin in circles wondering how your life got here.
And it’s definitely not a Disney ride where something pops out and steals your face.
You’re safe here, no emotional whiplash
Everything on this site flows in one clean, straight line.
You enter on the left, exit on the right, and you won’t get lost… even if your sense of direction is aggressively questionable.
Before you click anything, let me give you the short version of how I became… well, me.
⭐ HOW I BECAME… WELL, ME
Hi, I’m Stef, with an F. We’ll get along just fine if you remember that.
(your quick tour before the deep dive)
Between 8 and 12, I was running multiple small businesses. And in that exact same window of my life, I was also on stage in dance competitions and pageants, learning how to perform, how to be judged, how to be compared, and how to chase approval long before I understood what validation actually costs
As a kid, I chased pageant crowns, as a woman, I chased emotionally unavailable men
I learned how to perform long before I understood what I was performing for, ballet to tap, polka to foxtrot, the Viennese waltz to the competition floor, costumes, lights, applause, rhythm before rest, approval before identity
I learned early how to read a room before I ever learned how to rest
On paper, I did everything right. College. Marriage. The big house. The life that looked impressive from the outside. But under the surface, cracks were already forming that I did not know how to name yet
Then everything hit at once
The marriage unraveled.
The finances exploded.
The house went into foreclosure.
Secrets surfaced.
Utilities were shut off.
Life as I knew it collapsed.
Drinking took over.
Isolation took over.
Shame took over.
I pushed away people who tried to love me.
I became someone I did not recognize.
For a long time, I thought God was punishing me. I thought I had messed up my life so badly that He wanted nothing to do with me. But that was not true. He was not angry. He was not gone. I did not reach for Him gracefully. I reached because I had nothing else left.
Slowly, I crawled out of the wreckage.
Sobriety.
Healing.
Truth.
Discipline.
Faith.
A new foundation built one painfully honest step at a time.
This is only the surface. The deeper chapters, the messy, broken, redeemed timeline, continue below
Before the fall and the faith, there was the making of a builder