One day I woke up and realized that nothing in my life felt right. The boyfriend I was living with wasn’t right for me, my friends felt more like “party friends,” and the job I had was full of red flags from the start, but I "needed it to survive." Even my closest girlfriends didn't quite align, and I found myself following their lead, catering to their needs... lost in putting them on a pedestal when I used to be a leader. I knew it was time to isolate myself in order to reconnect to my truth and rediscover who I was and what I truly wanted.

*TRIGGER WARNING* Growing up, I learned to “fit in” to survive. At 16, after being sexually assaulted and then bullied for it, I was shut up. I didn't want to fight... It hurt too much as it was. So I buried my trauma, and even worse, I slowly and subconsciously allowed the bully to gaslight me that it happened the way it really did. The only way to survive was to pretend I was fine, I wasn't the "slut" that she said I was.

it's like i was living with BLINDERS on and could now see peripherally

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So, I went on and projected the image of the carefree girl who had it all together. Working to get straight A's in school, a "great" work ethic, and being a social butterfly were simply... coping mechanisms. Underneath it all, I was a mess—hiding behind toxic relationships, cute clothes and bottle service at late night clubs.

At 33, I hit a breaking point when a waking premonition of a car accident happened 6 hours later, throwing me into a deep dark night of the soul and my first spiritual awakening.  The blinders came off and unearthed everything I was ignoring. It was time to face the truth. I dove deep into spirituality, neruroplacisity and energy work, determined to rewrite my story and heal the wounds I had carried for so long. I knew I was meant for a bigger, better life.

Only 4 months later, I manifested my soulmate. We became best friends, got engaged, married, moved to a new city, built a custom dream home, and had a baby girl (3 weeks into the pandemic). Motherhood in the midst of COVID humbled me beyond words. I lost a part of myself, feeling the weight and responsibility of “doing it right” while triggers and unhealed trauma resurfaced.

When my baby turned 2, I finally felt like there was more space for me. My intuition led me to life coaching, and the program I went through (The Mind Rebel Method) transformed me at the core. I mastered my mind and emotions and found purpose beyond motherhood.

And then at 40, my PTSD resurfaced—in a massive yet beautiful way. Despite all the work I had done, I was brought to my knees. I cried every time I was alone. I was zoning out. It was scary— especially while taking care of a tiny human! But I knew I could conquer this. I allowed my intuition to lead and went all in, finding my next mentor/coach. This healing chapter took me beyond this lifetime, healing not just for myself but for past generations. This was a portal of massive forgiveness— of my past selves, my bully, even my assaulter. And I now live free from my triggers. Knowing every tear that comes up is a chance to clear more, to evolve, and break more patterns. I'll tell you what... inner peace and freedom... feels SO DAMN GOOD.

I VOWED that the cycles of pain, lack, and low self-worth stop with me. My daughter will not carry these burdens forward. I will continuously work on myself in order to create a healthier, more abundant future generation.

And now, I use the tools that transformed my life to help other women break free from the past and step into their most empowered, authentic selves. You don’t have to stay stuck in the pain—you can transform it into purpose.