MY STORY

Wellness has always been a part of who I am. As a child, I spent countless hours in the dance studio, fascinated by the way the human body could move and how every part worked together. That curiosity deepened when I attended a performing arts high school and studied Exercise Science and Holistic Health Studies in college. I was inspired and driven to understand the body, how to care for it, and how to help others do the same.

For years, I lived that passion fully. I became the go-to person for a healthy recommendation or even a tea packet when you were sick. I was called “The Wellness Girl” since sometimes my reputation had preceded my name. I also had the education, the practices, and the tools to take care of myself, and I truly thought I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

For a while, I was just pushing forward through life, but when I turned 30 it started to crumble. It started with one life event that shook my foundation. From there it was like a slow leak from a balloon and I started to deplete. On the outside, everything looked fine. I was moving forward, checking off milestones, and working hard to achieve my goals. But on the inside, I was struggling. My mental well-being had taken a hit, and soon, my physical body began to scream at me in its own way. I vividly remember the desperation I had to feel better.

Waves of heaviness would come and go. A deep feeling of isolation gave volume to silence. I am grateful for my self-care practices because they kept me afloat the best I could for years. When I needed more guidance, I was lucky enough to be supported by a group of wise women who always reminded me of my own internal compass.