For years, I lived with the weight of anxiety and depression—like I was constantly holding my breath. On the outside, I wore a “happy” face, but inside I felt unworthy, broken, and alone. I thought I had to be strong because I was a mom, so I hid my struggles and carried my pain in silence.

There were nights I cried myself to sleep, begging God for mercy. In 2012, I found myself on the bathroom floor, ready to give up. And it was there, in the darkest place, that God met me. He lifted me, wiped my tears, and led me down I path of life changing experiences.

That was my turning point. Slowly, I began to heal—through prayer, journaling, barefoot walks in the woods, sitting by rivers, meditation, tears, and grace. Nature became my church. The earth became my medicine. Every time I put my feet on the ground and breathed with the wind, I found pieces of myself again.

It wasn’t easy. Healing took time, mistakes, and starting over again and again. There were days I felt like I was faking it, whispering mantras with tears streaming down my face. But little by little, I began to find myself again. My intuition. My joy. My wholeness.

Today, I know this: we are not broken. We can feel deeply and still be strong. We can cry and still be powerful. Healing is not about hiding—it’s about coming home to yourself, piece by piece.

This is why I do this work. Because no woman should feel ashamed of her story or think she has to carry it all alone. My mission is to create a safe, soul-centered space where you can rest, release, and remember who you really are. Where your body softens, your spirit rises, and you can breathe again. Where healing feels less like hard work and more like coming back to the rhythm of nature, Spirit, and your own soul.