My Story.

In 1997 I experienced my first rock bottom. I remember standing in my laundry room with my 5-month-old in my arms when a yellow sticky note fell from my husband’s jeans pocket. The note had a simple smiley face drawn on it, and while my subconscious was fiercely protecting me, my intuition told me it was something more. And it was.

A few months later my marriage ended, and I fell into a lose-30-pounds-in-thirty-days kind of black hole.

All I had been taught, everything I knew, and everything I had planned for vanished overnight.

I will never forget my therapist saying the words that were so hard to hear, “Mari, I don’t want to talk about your husband, I want to talk about you. How did you get here?”

At first I was shocked, “I’m NOT here to talk about myself.

But then I began to look at that. How did I get here?

And that was the beginning of everything.