Phoenix Transitional Coaching

A few years ago, a significant life change threw me into a downward spiral of depression and anxiety. What I didn’t know at the time was that I wasn’t even close to the lowest point I would find myself in. It was this push that sent me cascading deeper into the darkness until I found myself admitted to the hospital on suicide watch. Having to call my grown daughters to tell them that the man who had always protected them couldn’t even protect himself was one of the hardest things I have ever done.

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I felt like I’d fallen down a well and couldn’t find anything to grab ahold of to start to climb out, everything I grabbed felt like it collapsed on me and I couldn’t get that foothold I desperately needed, I didn’t see any hope.

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This lack of hope sent me on a quest to find the rope that would help me pull myself out of the well of depression and anxiety. I found a therapist who did more talking than listening, joined mental health support groups on social media, listened to self-help audiobooks, and became a YouTube junkie, watching videos to quiet the voices in my head on those long empty days.

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Recovery is a slow process, sometimes I slid backward, but I always managed to keep going. My journey of healing taught me a lot about myself. It wasn’t easy, but I’m in a better place now than I’ve ever been. A place I never thought I’d find. Today, I’m grateful and hopeful about the future, parts of which I may be experiencing for the very first time in my life.

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I couldn’t have done this alone. Through my journey, I found tremendous value in talking and listening to people with similar struggles. I’m here to help you open doors.

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The most interesting things happen in doorways. At the borders, right along the edges.