I’m here to meet you—human to human. Real. Raw. Undressed.
I’m actively dismantling the old paradigms of power—the ones that value titles over truth, authority over authenticity, and polished performance over lived experience.

I share from my heart, not to perform—I share it to practice. To model vulnerability by being vulnerable. To invite you into the kind of space where truth has room to breathe. I create to stir our collective humanity, to massage the sore spots we’re done bypassing, and to name the ache that lives beneath the surface.

I make art with scars and teeth.
I write about midlife, collapse, and co-creating something more beautiful in the ruins.
I speak on creativity, community, calling, and the quiet exhaustion that lingers even after years of doing the inner work.

This is not about perfection—it’s about presence.
And if you’re here, I trust something in you is ready to lead from that place too.

My story is shared to practice what I preach—to lead with integrity, to hold space with heart, and to simply be human.

My Roots:

I was raised in the wake of inherited trauma—poverty, addiction, violence, and generational pain shaped my earliest experiences. I am a survivor of sexual violence as a young adult. My nervous system knew survival long before it knew safety. My heart longed for belonging, but I moved through life in a fog of dissociation, performance, and anxiety—chasing validation that only pulled me further from my truth.

I built a life that looked solid from the outside—marriage, a house, success by conventional standards. But when my husband was sentenced to 27 years in prison, my world shattered—and with it, the illusion that I could outrun my unhealed wounds.

The prison system became my classroom. Grief, my companion. It was here that I witnessed the raw truth of generational trauma, systemic injustice, and the cost of silence. But I also felt a fire awaken inside me—a fierce devotion to healing, not just for myself, but for others navigating unimaginable pain.

This was my initiation. Into leadership. Into truth. And in the depths of that pain, something in me refused to let trauma be the final word.

A Life Study of Service and Soul work

That life-quake awakened a relentless devotion to healing—not just for myself, but for all of us.

For nearly two decades, I’ve walked beside women, visionaries, and changemakers—holding space for truth, transformation, and reclamation. I’ve led global retreats, facilitated outdoor healing journeys, created trauma-informed trainings for veterans and survivors, and helped build nonprofit movements rooted in justice and restoration. I’ve guided psychedelic ceremonies, designed transformational programs for women reclaiming their voice, and stood on the frontlines of personal and collective healing.

My foundation is built on formal training in neuroscience, somatics, trauma recovery, leadership development, and plant medicine integration. But beyond the credentials—I’ve lived this work in my bones.

Fifteen years ago, I began working ceremonially with plant medicine. What started as a deeply personal quest to heal became a professional path of reverence and responsibility. These sacred allies didn’t just help me recover—they expanded my sense of what’s possible. They opened doorways to creativity, embodiment, and soul-aligned leadership.

That fire remains at the heart of everything I offer.
I’ve studied how the nervous system stores our stories, how psychedelics create space for new pathways, and how healing lives at the intersection of ancient wisdom and modern science.

To me, healing is never just personal—it’s a radical act of reclamation.
An act of coming home.