We didn’t just lose a loved one to suicide in 2018.

In the aftermath of that loss... something else disappeared too: our former selves.

That loss was the final blow — not the beginning.

We had already survived a thousand silent battles.

Poverty. Oppression. Generational trauma.

The kind of wounds that don’t always bleed… but never stop hurting.

No one prepares you for the quiet erosion of your spirit after heartbreak.

The grief, the confusion, the aching disconnection from the person you used to be.

That loss wasn’t a single tragedy.

It was the moment decades of pressure cracked open the soul.

But out of that darkness — through the pain, the questions, and the quiet desperation — something unexpected began to rise.

Not just healing. Rebirth.

Not just survival. Sacred mission.

Thus emerged The Phoenix Project.