For two decades, I navigated the thin line between life and death in critical care. But nothing prepared me for the Spring day my own world shattered. A phone call while playing with our kids in the backyard brought a devastating diagnosis for my daughter - a rare, incurable genetic syndrome. Two days later, while driving in a grief-induced fog to retrieve her forgotten glasses, my car was totaled when someone ran a stop sign. A week after that, my son was diagnosed as well.

I wasn't just overwhelmed. I was absent.

I was drowning in a sea of "open tabs," coordinating medical appointments, co-managing a household, and trying to be “okay” for my family while I buckled under the invisible labor of a life I no longer recognized.

We’re often told a spa day or a nap is the cure for a mother’s exhaustion. But a nap doesn’t close the "open tabs," and a massage doesn’t fix the invisible labor that follows you into the shower.

The Turning Point

My reset didn't happen on a massage table; it happened on a train platform. Bound for my solo trip to New York City, I realized that for the first time in years, I was on my own schedule. I wasn't "Nurse" or "Mom." I was Kiya… the carefree woman to whom I’d been longing to reconnect.

In that weekend of freedom, my need for space was validated. I returned home replenished, recalibrated, and whole, ready to lead my family through the difficult path ahead.

Now, as an ICF Certified Travel Coach, I guide exhausted moms out of the fog and into a restorative Solo Reset. I help you find the space to remember who you are, so you can return to your family as the partner and mother you long to be.