Meet Eunice
Oh hey! I’m so glad you’ve made it to my bio page. Is it okay if I use first-person here? I always thought it was weird that bios are written in the third person. Who talks about themselves like that?
A Little About Me
I’m Eunice. My name literally means “victorious one” and I have embodied a level of quiet determination my entire life. I am a heart-centered creative who has a passion for justice and you can see it manifest in all areas of my life. I’m a survivor.
I love food, books, and travel (not necessarily in that order), and you can most definitely find me enjoying an art show or live music at any given time. I’m a little nerdy and a little weird, but mostly, I try not to take life too seriously because honestly? It’s just too short.
Fun facts: I have been pen pals with my sixth grade teacher for nearly forty years, and I was a cast member in an Emmy-award winning Superbowl Halftime show.
Meet Eunice
Oh hey! I’m so glad you’ve made it to my bio page. Is it okay if I use first-person here? I always thought it was weird that bios are written in the third person. Who talks about themselves like that?
A Little About Me
I’m Eunice. My name literally means “victorious one” and I have embodied a level of quiet determination my entire life. I am a heart-centered creative who has a passion for justice and you can see it manifest in all areas of my life. I’m a survivor.
I love food, books, and travel (not necessarily in that order), and you can most definitely find me enjoying an art show or live music at any given time. I’m a little nerdy and a little weird, but mostly, I try not to take life too seriously because honestly? It’s just too short.
Fun facts: I have been pen pals with my sixth grade teacher for nearly forty years, and I was a cast member in an Emmy-award winning Superbowl Halftime show.
WHY I DO WHAT I DO
In 2014, my parents divorced when I was 35 years old. It was, to that point, the most traumatic event in my life. My dad, living with unchecked mental illness, and my mom, a raging narcissist, were a fiery combination whose relationship ended explosively. I’m still shocked that both of them made it out alive.
While still trying to put the pieces together from that, in 2017 my daughter became a victim of child abuse at the hands of her father. What I believed to be a relatively straightforward case dragged on for eight months, ultimately ending in a plea agreement and a refusal to take accountability.
In 2020, before a global pandemic wrecked life as we know it, I was navigating the ups and downs of solo-parenting a teenager with cPTSD, including her running away for over two days and multiple visits to the inside of a courtroom. I was resigned to the fact that I would bury my child before she turned 18. She is now thriving and almost has her RN, at only 20 years old.
Thanks to a shit-ton of therapy (shout-out to my bad ass therapist Linda), I started to unpack everything I’ve been through in life and began to heal my wounds. I never considered myself a survivor of abuse, but thanks to an ill-timed panic attack, I had to face the truth: I grew up in an abusive household and bore a child with an abusive man. I am a survivor.
The more I began to tell my stories, the more “me too” I began to hear. I met women who had been in similar situations with their kids, with not so positive outcomes. I met women who grew up with mothers like mine. I met women who have survived abusive workplaces. And it made me realize – we are not alone. In fact, we are stronger together.
I was inspired to tell my story so that more women would feel empowered to tell theirs.
Together, we can inspire change so that we can stop the cycle of abuse in our families.