09/02/2026
This is why Break Room Therapy exists.
And this may be the most personal thing I have ever shared on our business page.
I was abused by my biological father from the age of 2 until I was 12.
When I was 6, he kidnapped me from New Mexico and took me to Florida. This was before social media and the internet could spread a missing child’s face within minutes. I became one of those missing children whose picture appeared on milk jugs.
But I wasn’t found.
We moved through eight different states before eventually coming to Michigan. When I was 12, my father left me at a mall in Saginaw—and I never saw him again.
My honest guess is that he knew my school was beginning to recognize the abuse I was experiencing. I may never know whether that is true. There are parts of my childhood for which I will probably never have answers.
Eventually, I entered foster care. I bounced between many different homes. Some were wonderful. Others continued the cycle of abuse I had already endured for most of my life.
I am not sharing any of this because I want pity.
I am sharing it because I want you to understand that when I say I know life can be hard, those are not empty words from a business trying to relate to its customers.
I get it.
I know what it is like to carry things that happened years—or even decades—ago. I know that surviving something does not mean it magically stops affecting you. I know what it is like to appear strong on the outside while your body and mind are still holding everything you were once forced to endure.
I 100% believe that the body keeps the score.
What we go through needs space to be seen. It needs space to be felt, challenged, processed and, when we are ready, released.
For years, many of us have been taught to swallow our emotions. Stay quiet. Keep moving. Smile. Be grateful. Don’t make anyone uncomfortable. Eat our feelings rather than actually feel them.
But emotions do not disappear simply because we refuse to give them a voice.
That belief is at the heart of Break Room Therapy.
Yes, we are a fun place to visit. You can celebrate a birthday, laugh with your friends, smash a car or just experience something completely different. There is absolutely nothing wrong with coming here simply because breaking things sounds like a damn good time.
But we are also something deeper.
We are a place where you have permission to stop pretending for a little while.
You can yell.
You can scream.
You can cry.
You can laugh until you cry—or cry until you finally laugh.
You can throw something against a wall and watch it shatter. You can physically release some of what life has piled onto you in a safe, controlled space without judgment.
That is why I care so deeply about every person who walks through our doors.
Break Room Therapy was not created by a corporation studying the latest entertainment trend. It was created from a deeply personal understanding that life can hurt—and that sometimes people need somewhere they are allowed to acknowledge that hurt.
I cannot undo anyone’s past. I cannot fix everything happening in someone’s life. And smashing things is not a replacement for professional mental-health care.
But I can provide a safe space where people are allowed to feel what they feel.
I can remind someone that anger does not make them a bad person. Crying does not make them weak. Needing a release does not mean they are broken.
Even as an adult, I live with numerous health issues, and life continues to challenge me in ways I could never have anticipated. I do not have everything figured out. I am still healing, still learning and still fighting.
But I took a lifetime of experiences that were meant to break me and helped create a space where other people can do the breaking instead.
That is my why.
That is why Break Room Therapy exists.
And that is why this will never be “just a rage room” to me. ❤️
