Who Am I?
I’m Stephanie.
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A steward of sacred space, shaped by rupture and restoration.
A life and death doula, holding space for the birth of a complete existence
where broken are witnessed, healing is like breathing,
and love remains the deepest truth.
I write from the fault lines—where faith cracked, where shame tried to stay, where healing showed up slow but real. This space is not curated for perfection. It’s for me to compassionately witness my own growth. It’s for those who know what it means to fall apart and still choose softness.
This is where I come to sit with what’s real. Where theology gets dismantled and rebuilt with gentleness. Where pain doesn’t need a silver lining to be holy. Where love lives out loud.
I’m the daughter of strength and wisdom, a partner in both mess and meaning, the mother of courage and chaos, friend to the real, a survivor of abuse, and someone who still believes in sacred things—just not in the way I used to. I hold degrees, training, and titles… but what qualifies me most is that I’ve lived what I write.