For those of you who find yourself curious about how I entered this work I’m so passionate about — I’m very open to sharing. Here’s my story…

I was born with a different way of seeing.

My mind never learned through textbooks or theories—it learned through immersion. Through symbols, sensations, synchronicities, images, and energetic impressions that spoke louder than language ever could.

Since childhood, I’ve seen inner visuals as vividly as objects in front of me: flashes, colors, textures, and moments in time that revealed the truth beneath the surface.

When I sit with someone, I naturally perceive where the body is holding pain, where trauma lives, the age it began, the emotional imprint it left, and whether it belongs to them or their lineage. I see the colors and density of the energy, the organs affected, and what part of the system needs to release. It’s like walking through a map of someone’s inner world—layer by layer.

The body speaks, and I listen.

My gift has always been with me, but it wasn’t shaped by softness.
It was forged in darkness—through experiences that cracked me open and carved themselves into me. These chapters didn’t break me; they built me. They stripped me down and pushed me into profound self-awareness and responsibility for my own healing.

Healing taught me that the body remembers what the mind tries to forget.
That trauma sits in the cells until it’s finally safe to be witnessed.
That survival mode reshapes the brain and numbs the heart.

I didn’t understand the spiritual or scientific language of any of this until my consciousness began to awaken—slowly, painfully, beautifully. Through EMDR, therapy, regression work, and intuitive unfolding, I peeled back my layers. What I found wasn’t brokenness—it was power.

My sensitivity sharpened.
My vision cleared.
My memory came back online.
My gifts returned fully.

I had always seen spirit, but as a child it terrified me. I didn’t have words for the shadows, the noises, the presences visiting at night. My body responded with fear so strong I would get sick. Only later did I understand that the unseen world had been speaking to me long before I knew how to listen.

Now I understand the language fluently.

Today, I read the threads that live beneath someone’s story: their unconscious patterns, inner child wounds, emotional triggers, ego defenses, love dynamics, masculine and feminine energies, astrological archetypes, ancestral imprints, and the places where fear turns into narrative. I see the wound behind the behavior and the longing beneath the silence.

My work is heart and pain mixed—because that’s how I was made.

I alchemize what once broke me into the wisdom that allows me to hold others with depth, gentleness, and steadiness. My purpose is simple: to create the sacred space I never had. A space where nothing is too much or too heavy. A space where you are met exactly as you are and don’t have to hold anything alone.

I hold people the way I once needed to be held—without judgment, without shame, and with full presence.

I translate what the body and energy are saying. I navigate the hidden layers without fear. I honor the complexity of every soul.

And at the core of my work is one message:

You are safe.
You are seen.
You are allowed to let go here.

This is where the weight drops.
This is where the programming dissolves.
This is where truth returns.
This is where you come home to yourself.