I thought I was thriving…
I was flying around the world, doing healing work, surrounded by powerful people. But underneath it all, I was completely disconnected from myself — suffering from high-functioning burnout — and I didn’t even know it.
I was working for a world-renowned healer, living the kind of life people dream about. One week I was in Europe, the next in South America. I was helping facilitate deep transformation for others… but behind the scenes, I was exhausted, numb, and hanging on by a thread. I kept saying I wanted to give it all up and go live off the land — and I meant it. What I didn’t realize then was that the most important person I wasn’t healing… was me.
Everything looked successful on the outside, but inside I was collapsing. I kept telling myself I was fine — just tired, just busy, just committed. But the truth is, I had no idea what it meant to actually honor myself. Not until I broke open at a women’s retreat and finally told the truth.
I shared, out loud, that I was on the edge of a breakdown. I told a circle of women — most of them strangers — that I wanted to give up everything. The travel, the job, the performance. I said I wanted to go live off the land. And then, out of nowhere, I found myself saying something I didn’t expect:
“I want a relationship. But I don’t even know how to let a man open a door for me.”
One of the elders looked me in the eye and said, calmly and clearly:
“Try something different.”
A few weeks later, I was walking toward a man in the park. We’d planned to meet, and just like always, I showed up open — but guarded.
This was my pattern: I’d stay just long enough to convince myself that something was wrong — that he wasn’t the one, that I was too much, that it wasn’t safe to let down my guard. And then I’d find a reason to leave.
But as I walked up to him, I heard it again:
“Try something different.”
So I did. I stayed. I softened. I didn’t run. And that one moment changed the entire trajectory of my life. We’ve been together ever since. That was eleven years ago.
What That Moment Taught Me
That moment taught me that transformation doesn’t always come from some big breakthrough, deep healing session, or perfect plan. Sometimes, it comes from one small decision your old self would never have made.
It comes from staying instead of leaving.
From softening instead of bracing.
From trying something different — not because you’re sure it will work, but because you’re tired of repeating what doesn’t.
That one moment didn’t fix everything. But it was the first time I chose myself in a real, embodied way — not by doing more, but by doing differently.
And now?
This is the work I offer.
Not traditional coaching. Not someone’s healing modality. Not advice.
Just space.
Presence.
Resonance.
A frequency where you can finally hear yourself again — and maybe, just maybe, choose something you’ve never chosen before.
Because sometimes… that’s all it takes.
If something in this story resonated…
If you’re in a place where your life looks fine on the outside but something deeper feels off —
I see you.
You’re not broken.
You’re just ready to try something different.
If you want to talk, I’m here.
No pressure. No plan. Just presence.