She doesn't
talk about it.
She is the proof.
On the night of her quinceañera, Sherist's mother shot and killed her father. She was 15. She stayed with the children while the adults fell apart. That instinct. To hold everyone together while privately bleeding. It shaped the next two decades of her life.
Homeless. Addicted. Raising her siblings. Surviving what should have swallowed her.
Until she made two promises to God.
She kept them. She rebuilt a children's home in the Philippines from nothing. She scored all 10 on the ACE scale. The highest possible measure of childhood trauma.
Then in 2018, her body collapsed under the weight of what she'd been carrying.
A Bali rooftop. A son's face. A decision to come down. That decision is why this framework exists.


