What  Broke Me. Made This.

I grew up feeling like the odd one out. My father left when I was three, and I was born with a physical disability that made me feel marked from the start. I learned early what it meant to watch from the edges, to feel like the black sheep in almost every room.


I went on to study painting at the Maryland Institute College of Art. That experience sent me into a long spiral. I encountered a godless, postmodern worldview that left me untethered, and I dove proudly into despair, drug use, and self-destruction. For years, the art world felt hollow, and everyone I met in it seemed to confirm that bitterness. Even now, that season leaves a taste in my mouth, but I cannot ignore that it shaped me. The skills I learned there are the very ones I use today to help others build something true.


Years later, I found myself standing on my porch after someone I loved had completely fallen through the cracks. They were unrecognizable, and I was face to face with my own powerlessness. That moment became a hinge in my life where my faith, pain, and creative calling met. Yarden Bridge was born out of that collision.


Today, Yarden Bridge exists to help leaders, churches, and communities slow down, name what matters, and build something that lasts. This work is not theoretical to me. It is personal. It is my way of turning pain into presence, and of walking alongside others as they find their footing.