November 18, 2025
This episode is different. It’s raw, vulnerable, and honestly one of the hardest stories I’ve ever shared out loud. But it’s also the most important one I’ve told—because it’s living proof that the environments we create matter. That our homes can be sanctuaries. That mental health healing doesn’t happen in a vacuum—it happens in the kitchen, on evening walks, in sound baths, by the fire pit, and in the thousand small moments of showing up with love.
So settle in. Grab some tea. Maybe have tissues nearby. Because I’m about to tell you how my husband Mark and I became unexpected guardians to my 18-year-old niece Morgan—and how we watched her go from standing on a bridge ready to end her life to skipping down our street in gratitude, all within the span of nine months.
This is the story of how we created a home that heals. And how it saved her life.
It started with a Saturday morning phone call in February. My mom’s voice had that tone—you know the one. Something was wrong.
The night before, Morgan had been standing on top of a bridge overlooking the Wisconsin River in our hometown of Rhinelander. It was freezing. She was 18. And she was planning to jump.
By the grace of God, something shifted. She stepped off that bridge, walked to the police department, and said three words: I need help.
This wasn’t Morgan’s first mental health crisis. She’d been struggling since middle school—bullied, lost, wrestling with identity, bouncing between her parents’ homes. But this time felt different. I could hear it in my mom’s voice, I could feel it in my gut.
I knew if we didn’t intervene, we’d lose her. And our family wouldn’t recover.
So I made a decision that would reshape our entire year: I told Morgan she could come live with us. No questions asked. No judgment. Just love, safety, and a reset button.
When Morgan moved in that April, Mark and I didn’t have a playbook. We had cats, not kids. We had a three-day guest rule, not a revolving door. But we also had something Morgan desperately needed: a home built on wellness, grounding, and unconditional love.
Here’s what that looked like in practice.
Morgan’s mental health had been managed with a cocktail of antidepressants, anti-anxiety meds, and SSRIs since she was a teenager. She’d also been taking testosterone as part of exploring a trans identity. But she told me she felt like a shell of a human—numb, disconnected, lost.
So with medical support, we slowly and safely removed those medications. We replaced them with:
It wasn’t about demonizing medication—it was about giving her body the resources it needed to heal from the inside out.
One of the biggest things Morgan needed was consistency. She’d spent her childhood bouncing between homes, never fully landing anywhere. So we gave her roots.
Every morning: coffee and conversation. In the evening: walks around the neighborhood. Every day: “If you’re feeling off, go lay in the grass for 10 minutes and come back and tell me how you feel.”
We introduced her to sound baths, meditation, crystals, the infrared sauna, PEMF therapy, and brain tap sessions. Not because they’re trendy, but because they work. They regulate the nervous system and move stuck energy. They remind the body it’s safe.
And slowly—so slowly—I started to see her shoulders drop. Her breathing deepen. Her light come back.
This was the hardest part. Watching someone you love be in pain and not jumping in to fix it takes Herculean restraint. But I kept hearing the same message over and over: Keep her safe, keep her healthy, keep her loved, keep her alive.
So that’s what I did. I didn’t force answers, I didn’t demand she “get better.” I just showed up. Every single day. With presence, patience, and the unwavering belief that she was meant to be here.
In June, things took a sharp turn. Morgan had gone up north for her high school graduation—a milestone I thought would be empowering. Instead, she was met with bullies, anxiety, and old wounds.
She came home quiet. Too quiet.
The next day, she left for “work” at 8 a.m. By 6 p.m., Mark texted me: Where’s Morgan?
My stomach dropped.
I checked my phone. There was a text waiting: I’m sorry. I’m going out West to enjoy a few days, and then I’m going to kill myself.
She was two states away. I couldn’t breathe.
I called the non-emergency police line. Within minutes—minutes—they had eyes on her. A woman on that line, probably a mom herself, moved heaven and earth to locate Morgan and keep her safe.
That night, Morgan slept in her car at a truck stop. I didn’t sleep at all. I just watched the tracker on my phone and prayed harder than I’ve ever prayed in my life.
The next morning, she called. And I said, “Come home. Whatever you’re running from, we’ll face it together. You’re not in trouble. You’re loved. Just come home.”
And she did.
After that scare, we hit the reset button—hard. Morgan quit her job (yes, really). She spent the summer resting, healing, and doing deep hypnosis work with Carey from Love of Your Life Energetics—the kind of subconscious rewiring that moves stuck energy and shifts old patterns for good.
No adulting. No pressure. Just time to be an 18-year-old kid learning how to love herself again.
By August, something had shifted. She found a seasonal job doing school photography—something she loved. She started making friends and was showing up with purpose.
And then came the moment I’ll never forget.
It was late October, the night before her 19th birthday. We were on our evening walk, and Morgan was skipping—literally skipping—telling me about her birthday plans with her girlfriends. She was beaming.
I stopped in the middle of the road and said, “Morgan. Do you hear yourself right now? Three months ago, you were trying to convince me you wanted to die. And now you’re telling me how grateful you are to turn 19.”
We both just stood there and cried. And hugged. And laughed.
Because that’s what happens when you create a home that heals. Transformation doesn’t announce itself with fanfare. It shows up in skipping down the street under a October moon, grateful to be alive.
I’m not going to sugarcoat it—this year broke me open in ways I didn’t know were possible. I lost sleep, I missed deadlines, I gained weight and I cried more than I’ve cried in years.
But I also learned this: Our homes are not just where we live. They’re where we heal.
Morgan didn’t get better because of one thing. She got better because of all the things—the food, the sleep, the therapy, the sauna, the grounding, the love, the consistency, the safety. She got better because Mark and I created a container strong enough to hold her while she did the hardest work of her life.
And here’s the thing: You don’t need a big house in the woods to do this. You don’t need a sauna or a PEMF mat or a sound bowl collection (though they help).
What you need is intention. Presence. A commitment to creating space where healing can happen.
I also need to say this: I couldn’t have done it without Mark. The man who never once flinched. Who reminded me who I am on the days I forgot. Who loved Morgan like she was ours from day one. This is what partnership and family looks like. This is what love looks like.
Morgan is thriving now. She’s working, laughing, writing poetry, making plans. She’s posted her story online—her own words, her own courage—and the love that came back was overwhelming.
She wants to share more of her journey on this show in 2026, and I’m here for it. Because stories like hers need to be told. Mental health struggles don’t have to end in tragedy. Healing is possible. Transformation is real.
And it starts at home.
If you’re struggling right now—whether it’s your own mental health or watching someone you love go through it—please know this: You’re not alone. There are resources. There are people who care. And there is always, always hope.
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