My healing didn’t begin with training. It began with survival.

I didn’t arrive here because I had it all figured out.
I arrived because I lived through the forgetting—
through trauma, addiction, grief, burnout, and self-abandonment.

This work is not a career I chose.
It’s a path I was asked to walk.
Again and again, I was invited to return to myself—
to soften into my body, remember my truth, and trust the deep intelligence within me.

And now, it’s my honor to walk with others on their sacred return.

For years, I searched outside of myself—numbing, performing, pushing, seeking.
I spent time in environments that were misaligned, disconnected, or extractive.
There were moments I forgot who I was.
Moments I questioned everything.

But what never left was the call.
The knowing that my life had meaning.
The pull toward something ancient, holy, and real.

Through years of unlearning, healing, remembering, and rising again, I began to gather the tools, rituals, and practices that helped me come home.

And now, I offer them to others—

not as prescriptions, but as invitations to come to their own hearts, too.