Welcome
“The point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
The Disappearing Act
For most of my life, I didn’t know how to listen to my body.
To be honest, I didn't even know what that meant.
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I grew up sensitive, shy, and always a little too aware. The only place I felt safe to be seen was on stage, where I could step into someone else’s skin. Dance was my first love—it felt like flying. Then theater became home. A place where I could fully express what I didn’t have words for and couldn't live as myself.
But over time, performing became more than a passion—it became a clever way to hide. An addiction. A disappearing act behind the next role, the next goal, the next person I thought I had to be.
For over twenty years, I lived that way. As a hungry ghost—acting professionally, chasing success, always looking outside myself—for direction, reassurance, a sense of who I was. I didn’t know I was running. I just knew that underneath the grasping was a constant ache—a quiet fear that I, and whatever I was chasing, wasn’t enough.
My Story
The Descent and Return
I was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety at a young age.
At the time, no one was talking about trauma the way we do now.
I was overly medicated for half of my life and once hospitalized. I was told I had a chemical imbalance and because of my family's history of mental illness - this would be my lot in life to bear.
For years, I believed something was deeply wrong with me.
But now I understand that much of what I was experiencing was unprocessed pain, complex trauma,
chronic stress, deep attachment wounds and a body that had never known true safety.
Then life, in its way, brought everything to a halt.
The stillness of the pandemic stripped away the noise, and I was left with myself and questions I had only peered at sideways for many years.
It was a threshold, now or never moment.
I knew there had to be more than how I currently existed in the world.
And I set out on a quest to discover what that was.
I have spent the last six years on an ever evolving healing spiral of
descent and unraveling,
opening and expansion,
returning and falling,
rising and falling.
Again and again.
I found teachers and guides who helped me turn inward—toward my body, into the places I had been avoiding for so long. To learn to safely feel what had never been metabolized and felt, most of which lay dormant under disconnection, dissociation and depression.
Through somatic healing, nervous system work, trainings and certifications with the Ishtara® Method, Stacy Matulis' Alchemy Somatics, and the guidance of many other beloved teachers and mentors, I began to reconnect and find my sense of Self.
I discovered that my sensitivity wasn’t a flaw—it was a doorway.
That the safety and answers I’d been seeking externally—lived within me.
That my emotions weren’t too much—they were weather and messengers.
That my sensations weren’t obstacles—they were guides.
That stillness wasn’t emptiness—it was an invitation.
And that healing didn’t mean changing who I was—it meant finally meeting myself, fully.
"Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom."
— Viktor Frankl
What I Offer Now
I’m still a performer. I still love to create, to express, to feel deeply. My continued curiosity of the human experience happens on stage and off.
Now, I also hold space for others—for those in transition, in unraveling, in the quiet longing to come home to themselves. Even if it's just a whisper.
I can’t walk the path for you—but I can walk with you.
I bring what I’ve gathered from my own descent and return: somatic tools, energetic insight, embodied guidance, and a deep respect for your timing.
I’ll offer what I see, what I sense, and what I’ve lived—without agenda, and always in service of your own knowing. Through reflections, presence and what I've learned through finding my way through the dark.
A Space to Remember
The more I learn, the more questions I have.
But there are two things I know for sure:
I can’t fix you. And I can’t give you the answers.
I know this for two reasons:
First, because you are not broken.
And second, because your body already holds the keys.
Your body will be your greatest teacher.
This isn’t about fixing.
It’s about remembering.
And with conscious awareness, attention, witness, and attunement, a space is created.
A space for you.
A breath before the coping strategies that once protected you so wisely.
A pause before the old stories.
An inquiry with curiosity where before there was only judgement.
A moment where something new can emerge—where you get to choose.
That is freedom.
Not the achievement of a goal or a place you will finally arrive.
But the permission and safety for all of you to be here.
With a stable anchor and ground to meet yourself and all of what life serves.
Your body already knows the way.
Together, we create the space to listen—to your wisdom, your signals, and your truth.
And live the questions that become answers.
