Before I started speaking on stages (like TedX!), holding events, and hosting community, I shared my very personal journey in the one place everyone tells you not to: the internet. (And yes, I still do this!)

 

My journey really kicked into high gear in the middle of the pandemic when I realized I built a life that looked good on paper but felt hollow in my body. Cue: crippling fibromyalgia, burnout, and a breakdown that felt suspiciously like a breakthrough.
 
I cracked open slowly and discovered what I thought would break me is what actually BUILT me. I started (& still am) grieving the versions of myself that I never got to become and I wrote myself a permission slip to fall the fuck apart.

 

Spoiler alert: it was the most liberating thing I’ve ever done.

​In the last six years, I walked away from my “good girl” career, failed two businesses, started my writing career, and lost relationships with people I once called family—some by blood, some by bond.

 

And what I’ve learned? 
True healing is fucking chaotic.

 

It’s reclaiming your NO just as fiercely as your YES. It’s regulating your nervous system without spiritual bypassing your human existence. It’s building new routines, not rules. It’s rage. It’s rest. It’s finally being witnessed...not fixed.
 
And now? I do my best to lead from that place. The pain I moved through became the medicine I now carry, and offer to the women I sit with. 

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This work came from living it—not just in textbooks, but in the trenches of real life. (But fun fact, I hold a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology, I am trauma-informed, and have a lifetime’s worth of experience studying and understanding human behavior.) I’ve spent over 10 years in the real-life dynamics of human behavior, community, and transformation. 

When it comes down to it, healing deepens when we’re witnessed... and becomes real when it’s lived through the body. It’s not just about thinking differently, but feeling safe enough to live it. 

 

This is SO much more than my business—it’s my personal fucking rebellion. A love letter to every woman who’s ever been told she was too much, too loud, too sensitive, too bossy, too emotional, too ambitious, too “insert-your-label-here.” ​I promise to walk beside you as you become who you were always meant to be...I’m still learning and living right alongside you. 

Thanks for being here.
I see you. I love you.

And you never have to do this alone again if you don't want to.