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No one warns you that healing can look like falling apart. You expect progress to feel like forward motion; better sleep, fewer meltdowns, calmer days. You brace yourself for the hard work of therapy, but you quietly hope that once you start, things will begin to smooth out. And then, instead, everything feels louder. Bigger emotions. Less regulation. Interrupted sleep. Changes in eating. A child who once seemed to be “doing better” suddenly looks like they’re unraveling. Thi

No one ever thinks they’ll be walking this path. You don’t imagine hearing the words that your child has been sexually abused. You don’t prepare for the interviews, the therapy sessions, or the sleepless nights wondering if your child will ever feel whole again. And you certainly don’t expect to wrestle so deeply with your own pain, the kind of pain that lodges in your chest and doesn’t seem to let go. But here we are. And in the middle of it all, somehow…there’s still hope.

When people think of therapy after trauma, they often picture talk therapy, quiet offices, emotional conversations, and structured sessions. But for many children, especially those who have endured early trauma or abuse, healing doesn’t begin with words. Sometimes, it starts with movement. We’re a few weeks into our son's occupational therapy journey, and already, we’re witnessing something powerful. We didn’t fully realize the depth of what OT (Occupational Therapy) could of

It’s been a minute. Our family’s story continues to unfold in ways we never could have anticipated, and ways that we never have wanted. There are moments where we feel we are seeing forward movement, and then we take two steps back. Some chapters are heavy. Some feel hopeful. Most are a mix of both. And through it all, Project Light  has remained quietly at work behind the scenes. Because while things may look still on the surface, healing, advocating, and standing in the gap

We are so glad you're here. Project Light was founded in 2025 out of a story close to our hearts. Our son, Luke, became the inspiration...