My Story

Hello, my name is Jessica. I will begin with I lived a fairytale life up until the Winter of 2018. My practice baby, a 9 year old (human years) Pomeranian who was about one month shy from turning ten years old, was beginning to have seizures. In a course of a week he had lost excessive blood and was diagnosed with Evans Syndrome. Our family made the hard decision to put him down (it still pains me as I write this blog because the love of a family pet can never really end even after they’ve crossed over the rainbow bridge). Then about four days later my cat, that I secretly brought home after my high school graduation and went undetected for almost two weeks with the help of my younger sister, a super senior cat at the time had also passed away in my mothers home. To make matters even more difficult in the Spring of 2019, I had been informed that my father, Paulo Lucio had passed away in a hospital in San Diego, Ca the Summer before and that his wife, who had lived with him in Baja California, couldn’t get a hold of me to let me know that he had been hospitalized and passed away. The grief was unbearable and being a stay at home mother with very young children was even more overwhelming with such a heavy heart. I had sought out therapy to navigate grief because it had been very new to me since I hadn’t really experienced loss until then.

Well, I took a back seat in my marriage and all the cracks that had gone years without maintenance finally broke. In the course of three months my marriage was coming to a very explosive end. Although it was heartbreaking, our marriage had no way of coming back because we just didn’t have the resources and community to support what we had established on very sandy ground to begin with. There had been just too many betrayals and hurtful words exchanged that destroyed our marriage in the end. I had filed for divorce in the Fall of 2019.

The decision to file for divorce wasn’t taken lightly, but it had been made. Embracing starting over was overwhelming and confusing, which had been more of a marathon process to navigate through that I had never anticipated at the time I filed. In 2020, COVID-19 made matters more challenging to the high conflict divorce I was already experiencing earlier that year. Fast forward through the low valley seasons and the highs mountain tops 5 years later, my divorce was finalized so with all the information gathered, lessons learned, and new foundation based on my identity in our Lord Christ Jesus and guidance by the Holy Spirit I became a Christian Life Coach to help women who need the support to start over again after divorce.

Divorce is the end to a marriage, but it’s also the beginning of a new life. Beginnings are beautiful and can be wonderful if not resisted, but rather embraced to the fullest with childlike wonder for the glorious revelations and knowing that God always has better, forever and ever.