The Third Voice began as a whisper. It was a passing phrase in a conversation between friends during the summer of 2020—spoken aloud almost casually, but received internally as something far more. A vibration. A seed.
For years, it stayed underground. Unseen, but not unfelt. Then in early 2024, that seed began to rise—germinating through intuitive nudges, recurring synchronicities, and a deepening clarity of purpose. By spring 2025, it became undeniable. It was time to speak.
The Third Voice did not arrive fully formed. It has been revealed in stages—like breath returning to the body. With each inhale, more clarity. With each exhale, more truth. This movement is not a brand. It is not a campaign. It is a remembering. A return.
I am not the movement—I am the first witness to it.
This movement came through me, but it does not belong to me. I am not its leader, its face, or its authority. I am its first listener. Its first echo. I was called to create the container and then get out of the way. To stay human, so that The Third Voice could remain whole.
I have lived many lives in one lifetime. I have known addiction, recovery, spiritual awakening, motherhood, and activism. I have seen the worst of systems and the best of humanity. And I know what it means to be underestimated—and to rise anyway.
Every word you see on this site was born from presence. Every truth offered was tested through fire. Every story told has been earned.
The Third Voice is not mine. It is yours. It is ours. It is what happens when enough of us choose to speak—not for power, but for truth. Not to win, but to witness. Not to lead, but to rise—together.
We never were voiceless. We never were powerless. We never were alone. We only forgot.