My mother had me at 14, so I was raised by my grandmother. She nicknamed me "Prissy" because I was always girly, intentional, a little sassy, and meticulous.

My grandmother carried deep trauma throughout her life and was diagnosed with schizophrenia. She coped the best way she knew how — through smoking and drinking.

In 2022, I lost her to esophageal cancer. She had no life insurance, and the burden of her medical debt fell on our family. Grief was no longer just emotional — it became financial, overwhelming, and chaotic.

After her passing, I lost everything — my job, my home, my car, my relationship, my friendships, and, at one point, myself. I tried to mask it and push through, until I simply couldn't anymore. My mental and physical health began to decline.

In 2023, I rededicated my life to Christ. That decision marked the beginning of my healing. By 2025, I knew I had to build something my grandmother never had access to — a door to support, stability, and restoration.

That is how Prissieur was born — from a place in my mind and body that desperately needed solutions for grief and depression, anxiety, insomnia, stress, and hormonal imbalance.

The name Prissieur itself is deeply personal — derived from my childhood nickname "Prissy" and my love for the French language, blending identity, softness, and elegance into one word.