About Worthy & Found Co.

My name is Serina. And for most of my life, I was told my story didn't matter.

I was seven years old when my world split in two. My parents separated, and just like that — my brother went with my dad, and I stayed with my mom. We were only two years apart. We were everything to each other. And suddenly, we were divided.

Not long after, my mom brought me somewhere I didn't understand. A big house — abandoned-looking, but full of people. I didn't know then what I know now: it was a cult, run by a man named Marcus Weston, who is on death row in Fresno, California today.

My mom began leaving me there. Weeks at a time.

I was seven years old, alone, sleeping in what I didn't even know was an attic — just a hot room where I would sit on the stairs and wait for my mom to come back. She never came. I bathed in boiled water because there was no hot water. I witnessed things no child should ever see. I was beaten with wires and branches, told it was discipline, told it was deserved.

And then something worse happened. Something I carried completely alone, tucked so deep inside me that I didn't speak it aloud until I was thirteen — and when I finally did, I was told my pain was nothing compared to what others went through.

So I learned to be silent. I learned to make myself small. I learned that my feelings weren't important.

I believed that for 37 years.

Six months ago, at 44, my brother Johnny told me something I had completely blocked out — that our dad, our grandma, and he had come to rescue me. That our grandmother, Nana, had carried me to the car herself. I had no memory of it. I had buried it so deep to survive.

When he told me, I wept. I wept for the little girl on those stairs. I wept because I couldn't thank my grandma — she had passed just the year before. But I told my brother Johnny that I loved him, and that knowing the truth had set something free in me.

On June 11th, 2026, I lost Johnny. His life was taken from him suddenly, tragically. He was the only other person who held those memories with me. The only one who knew what those dark days were really like — and who tried, even as a little boy, to protect me.

Now I carry those memories alone.

But I refuse to carry them in silence anymore.

Worthy & Found Co. was born from my healing. From the moment I finally said: I am worth more than what was done to me. I always was. Even at seven years old, sitting in that hot attic room, waiting — I was worthy. I just didn't know it yet.

This brand is for every person who was told their pain was nothing. Who was made to feel invisible. Who is still waiting to be found — by the world, or by themselves.

You are worthy. You were always worthy. And it is never too late to be found.

With love,
Serina
Founder, Worthy & Found Co.