From the very start, my life was shaped by grief. After losing my father at a few months old, my natural role was being the light, the joy and the life in the home. I recognized early on that while I could be that person for everyone around me, my deepest desire was to receive a version of what I was giving to the world. Slowly, childhood trauma effectively disconnected me from myself, from my light, my truth, and my worth. I needed my own medicine- but I was the only one who couldn't access it.

Still, it was undetectable. I was the child who won the happiness award at camp every summer, I was magnetic and had close friends wherever I went. I was everyone and anyone's destination for a listening ear. I was the friend you considered your best friend. I offered support, friendship, coaching and guidance to many people who walked through my life.

As I became a young wife, and then a mother, I continued chasing wholeness. Seeking safety in relationships, religion, and achievement, my grief followed me through every season: marriage, motherhood, divorce. Through those years I was achieving external success under the invisible shadow of survival.

I did the only thing that I knew how to do: keep going. Power through. Be strong. Until one day, my body said no. I found myself terribly ill, alone in a hospital, fighting for my life. And I knew something had to change. In that moment, I made a promise: If I survive this, I will no longer abandon myself. I will live differently.

That was the beginning.

My healing journey truly began when I stopped trying to be who I thought I had to be, and started the deep work of reparenting myself. Of healing the mother wound. Of becoming the nurturing presence I never had, both for myself and for my children.

With the support of my own teachers and guides, I began to remember who I truly was, to really come alive for the first time in over 30 years. Through deep inner work, spiritual connection, and radical self-responsibility, I began to feel again. To grieve. To trust. To reclaim my voice. I found safety inside myself. And in that process, I discovered a grounded, radiant power I never knew I had.

That journey of returning to myself, of finding my light through the mirror of others, lit a fire in me. Because I know I'm not the only one.

If you're longing for more, it's because the 'more' already lives within you. That ache you feel isn't something broken. It's something sacred, waiting to be remembered.

Today, I hold space for other women as they move through their own initiations. Whether you're navigating a breaking point or a breakthrough, I'm here to walk with you. To witness you. To reflect your truth back to you. To help you come home to yourself.

I've found my light.

And my deepest desire is to help you find yours.

I don't believe in fixing.

I believe in remembering.

You're not starting from scratch. You're starting from source.

Your knowing is sacred. Your movement is divine.