Origin Story
FORGED IN THE FLAMES
Let me tell you the truth: I didn’t want to be a healer and…
Motherhood destroyed me.
Not in a poetic, glow-up kind of way.
In a floor of the shower, can’t stop crying, forgot who I am kind of way.
I went from globe-trotter to barefoot and pregnant living in Reno, NV.
Within the first year of motherhood, new life on my hip, I lost my father.
I became someone I didn’t recognize.
Anxious. Resentful.
Trying so hard to be present and grateful while also quietly panicking about how I’d hold it all together.
I didn’t know then that I was being forged in the flames.
That grief was breaking me open so something truer could come through.
What I did know?
That I couldn’t keep living from the neck up.
I was leaking energy like a colander and wondering why I felt so empty.
The truth was: I didn’t need more gratitude journals.
I needed to stop outsourcing my worth.
To stop trying to be the perfect mom, perfect healer, perfect woman—and start being honest.
The real spiritual path didn’t come to me through a certification or a retreat.
It came through the mess.
The milk-stained shirts.
The 3AM prayers.
The nights I wept at the feet of the mother I thought I had to be.
And over time, I found my way back.
Not to who I was before—but to something deeper.
A version of me rooted in truth.
In devotion.
In the full permission to be both a healer and a human, a priestess and a puddle.
That’s why I do this work.
Because I know what it’s like to be high-functioning and still feel like you’re disappearing.
To be so used to over-giving that receiving feels like a foreign language.
To want to model something different for your kids—and not know where to begin.
Your story is likely different - but, if you see yourself in any of this, we’re probably meant to cross paths.
I work with women who are:
Deep feelers and deep thinkers—who are also deeply tired
The go-to person for everyone else, quietly wondering who’s showing up for them
Spiritual but a little jaded by the endless cycle of “healing”
Overfunctioning at expert level, but still questioning their worth
Raising kids, building businesses, navigating grief—or all of the above
Intuitively gifted, highly capable, and secretly sick of pretending they’re fine
Ready to stop fixing, proving, and perfecting—and start actually living
They don’t need more “tools.”
They need someone who sees through the noise.
Someone who’s been in the trenches.
Someone who can hold the bigness and the mess.
That’s where I come in.
I BELIEVE
I believe in supporting women to remember who the hell they are.
That your healing doesn’t have to be a performance & you’re not getting graded.
You don’t need another modality—you need a moment to breathe.
I believe motherhood is a spiritual path.
And also? Sometimes you just need to hide in the bathroom.
I believe your grief is holy.
Your rage is sacred.
And your joy is a portal that impacts your lineage immensely.
I believe in healing that lives in the body, not just the journal.
That whispers “you’re allowed” into the places you were taught to silence.
I believe your life isn’t meant to look perfect.
It’s meant to feel true.
If you’re done carrying it all alone…If you’re craving the kind of support that doesn’t ask you to shrink, edit, or spiritualize your pain…
If you’re ready to live from the inside out—and raise your children, your business, and your future self from a place that actually feels good—
Then let’s walk together.
MY FAVS
FAVORITE PETBob my Aussie & Hilary The chicken
FAVORITE DISHFish Tacos
FAVORITE DRINKFAVORITE Getting lost in smutty fantasy novel in my clawfoot tub
I’m a drink gremlin and always have 3.
My garden / Hawaii family adventures
FAVORITE PLACEFAVORITE COLOR