Growing up, my life was heavily shaped by my family’s struggles with mental health & addiction. My absent father passed away from alcoholism, & my mother fought a narcotics addiction - a reality that ultimately forced me to leave home while still in high school.

My own 18-year healing journey as a recovered codependent began at the exact moment the seed for Sarala was planted: when my first child was born. Nursing him, I understood love clearly for the first time, & that clarity showed me everything I had been settling for. That single moment began a journey of self-love & reclamation that has matured alongside my children ever since.

On his 18th birthday, my son & I tattooed one word on our bodies together: Sarala - an ancient word meaning simple. For our family, it means that what you need is already provisioned for, finding its way to you through patience & alignment.

Looking at my family now, the timelines are striking. The child who started the journey - the word that names the destination. My youngest son’s age mirrors the age I was when everything in my life fell apart. My own age mirrors the age my mother was when she fell into addiction.

She fell, & I’ve built Sarala Oak Grove & Garden Southlake - a place where she could have landed.