The Moxxie Story

A Brand Built on Grit, Grace, and a Whole Lot of Heart

Hi. I’m so glad you’re here. Seriously — the fact that you clicked on our story means the world. It means you’re curious, you care, or maybe... you’re searching for something too.

Truth be told, I wish I didn’t have this story to tell. If I could rewrite the past, erase the pain, protect my family from what we’ve been through — I would in a heartbeat. But I can’t. And maybe you can’t either. If you've got your own story that’s left a scar, then hey — we already have something in common.

This is my story. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s the reason Moxxie exists.

Here’s your gentle warning: what follows touches on some heavy topics — domestic violence, pregnancy loss, postpartum depression, anxiety, a suicide attempt, and a cancer diagnosis during a global pandemic. It's not easy to share, but if it can help even one person feel less alone, then it's absolutely worth telling.

For most of my adult life, I’ve been fighting silent battles behind the scenes. I am a survivor of domestic violence. I’ve battled anxiety for over 15 years. Before my youngest daughter was born, we experienced the heartbreak of five miscarriages — each a little more heart wrenching than the last. When I finally gave birth to my rainbow baby girl in September 2019, she became the brightest light for our family after some of the darkest storms.

But life, as it often does, had more to throw at me.

In the summer of 2020, my teenage daughter — the one who made me a mom for the first time — graduated high school. It should’ve been a season filled with joy and next chapters. But it was the height of COVID. Schools were closed. Celebrations were canceled. Everything felt heavy, and no one really knew how to talk about it.

Then, without warning, she attempted to take her life.

No signs. No note. No time to prepare. One moment we were car shopping and planning her future… the next, we were holding on for dear life.

The days that followed were a blur. All I could do was pray and try to find a way to reach her — to remind her that she mattered, that she was loved, that this world was still better with her in it.

One night during her inpatient stay, I searched endlessly online for something — anything — she could carry with her. Something small, meaningful, powerful. A daily reminder that she had purpose.

And when I couldn’t find what I needed, I made it myself.

That night, Moxxie Bands was born — not as a business, but as a lifeline.

Just weeks later, while still navigating that trauma and caring for an infant, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My world, once again, turned upside down. Between the pandemic, my daughter’s mental health recovery, and my own health battle, Moxxie had to be put on hold.

But it never left my heart.

I spent the next two years fighting — for my health, my family, and my purpose. In fall 2022, Moxxie finally launched. And I knew then what I had always felt: that this wasn’t just about a wristband. This was about survival. About healing. About making something beautiful out of something hard.

Moxxie isn’t just a product. It’s a story. A movement. A message to every person who has faced trauma, loss, mental health battles, or felt like giving up: You are not alone. You are stronger than you think. You are still here for a reason.

Every wristband is made with intention — and heart. We design wearable reminders that whisper hope when the world feels loud. And with every purchase, we give back — donating 10% of profits to mental health awareness causes, because action matters just as much as awareness.

If you’re reading this, I want you to know:

Your story matters.

Your pain does not disqualify you.

And even if you’re still in the middle of it — you are worthy of love, light, and new beginnings.

Moxxie is proof that what tried to break you… can become the very thing that saves you.

Thanks for being here. Truly. You're part of our story now, too.

And we think that’s pretty amazing.