When people think of a spiritual awakening, they think of a beautiful moment when we finally say to ourselves “I deserve better than this!” And then we run back into our lives, happy and motivated to change.

That is not my story. And it’s not what most spiritual awakenings are. It looks more like lying on the kitchen floor, crying uncontrollably, feeling totally hopeless and broken and finally hearing a small voice that says “enough.”

The thing is, once you see, you can’t unsee. Once you know, you can’t un-know. Everything changes once you wake up because you can’t go back to sleep. For me, the running away, the numbing, the people pleasing had begun to kill me. I had no inner light. I had no sense of self. I was in pain and lost and disconnected - I was finally able to see that and witness myself. I was responsible for the mess that I was living in. No one was coming to save me and no one could. It was up to me. The way I see it, the Universe stepped in and told me that I needed to change. It was do or die time. And thank goodness for the divine intervention.

So one tiny step at a time, I found how to make myself a place I wanted to come home to. I didn’t rebuild myself, I had to start from scratch. I didn’t even know what I liked and didn’t like. I didn’t know how I felt most of the time. It’s like I had to learn the ABCs of how to be a human being. It was a lot of unlearning patterns and beliefs. It was changing behaviors that were keeping me from the life I wanted. It was hard. And it was beautiful.

I know what it feels like to use pain as power. I am stronger now than I ever was before. I feel aligned. I am no longer lost. Healing saved my life and I bring this into my work with each and every client. The gift of healing is the chance at a new life- one that is cultivated to be truly yours in every authentic and unique way. I made mine, and I am honored to walk along those who are making theirs.