My Message to the Public


Two years. For two years I sat out while I fought the biggest battle of my life. It is exactly where my focus needed to be.

June 26, 2016 was the start of my life turning upside down. I knew that day would come, but I didn’t know the winds of that storm would be so horrible. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, my little girls were ripped from me. I was a good mom, an excellent mom. But nothing could compete with going into a battle when the unimaginable would happen, especially when the wrong person was defending you. I had hired the wrong attorney, and the truth was not told that day.

So I wept. Every. Single. Day. I fought. I pleaded with my new attorney that my voice and the truth would be heard and told. Meanwhile I went home every day empty handed, with no laughter of little girls echoing my walls, no unmade beds, no toys disturbed. I had custody of my little girls only 4 days a month. 4 days. And it ripped my heart open.

The ending of that chapter came for me almost 2 years to the day it began. And I am forever grateful. Grateful to my attorney. Grateful for my parents who held my hands up when I felt I had no strength. Grateful to a man who fell from heaven, became my best friend and walked with me on this journey. Grateful to my friends. Grateful to my wonderful team.

So the new chapter has begun. A new chapter with laughter filling my home again as little girls squeal with delight over finding a ladybug. A new chapter where I can focus on continuing to love myself and begin anew. A new chapter of once again rolling up my sleeves to build my business - a business that NEVER let me down, even on those days I was too sad to leave my bed. Isagenix still paid me every Monday, even while I was fighting the biggest fight of my life.

I am grateful. And today, like every day, for all of us, can be the day of a fresh start, a new chapter. And today, like every day thereafter, is mine. 💕

Facebook and Instagram post, 1/14/19

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