In 2015, I moved from the low desert to Yucca Valley. I journeyed here with a man I was in love with. We bought a house and 2 1/2 years later my world started to unravel all around me. I found myself in an abusive relationship with someone who used drugs, gambled, and was just lost. After 4 1/2 years of dealing with the hurt, the disappointment, and just craziness, he was served a restraining order to leave the house, not contact me or my boys. I was left to pick up my pieces and somehow put them back together. This was when my current work came to life.
He was more than a hoarder, and my property was riddled with cars, furniture, appliances, and just about anything and everything you could think of. I went through 11 months of therapy dealing with PTSD, nightmares, anxiety, and sleepless nights. I still had unresolved internal things that needed to be expressed.