Shit was hard. What can I say? I was angsty and miserable and volatile in love but desperate for belonging. I felt completely disillusioned by what I was "supposed" to do with my life and the social rules of who I was expected to be. I was depressed and anxious. Undereating and self-harming.

Now, with the eyes of a seasoned teacher, I see I was ripe for an awakening.

I had no intention of being a coach myself. I just wanted to not feel broken inside of my own body. I wanted to feel SAFE in the world. I wanted love, and to be loved well. I wanted to land so deeply inside of myself that I could never leave again.

So I made my life my yoga mat. I spent years journeying my inner world, bringing light to the dark corners, clearing out the cobwebs, and turning over stones. In the process, I healed in the way I related to men, sex, food, money, anxiety, my body, boundaries, my family system. What I was doing became so much bigger than I had ever expected.

It became about unconditional freedom. The kind that can never be taken away because it lives within.

I studied under many incredible teachers and eventually found myself working toward a coaching certification sort of by accident. It was a soul calling moment.

Since 2018, I've held women while they heal, transform, and foundationally unfurl. The work is deep, pristine, and very gentle considering how powerful it is.

This is for women who are ready for embodied homecoming. You're starving to touch the real fucking thing, and live by it. There's a calling deep within you that no amount of "information", additional certifications, or hours in therapy can satisfy. Here we descend, and we do it in service to mastery.