By the time I was 13, I was already in juvenile hall.
Not because I was a “bad kid,” but because I was drowning in a world that didn’t know how to hold me. I grew up in a lineage of generational trauma, addiction, violence, and shame. I learned to survive long before I ever got the chance to just be a kid. I bounced through group homes, locked psych wards, jail cells, courtrooms, toxic love, and rock bottoms so low they cracked my soul wide open. I was addicted, suicidal, angry, numb, hyper-aware, and spiritually starving — all at once.
I came from a world that told me I’d be nothing. That I’d always be the problem. That I was too much, or not enough. That I had to earn love. That power belonged to someone else.
And for a while… I believed them.
But even then — even in my messiest, most self-destructive years — I knew I was here for something more. I felt it like a drumbeat in my bones. I always had this stubborn fire in me. A voice that whispered: “This isn’t the end. You’re the one who came to break the cycle.”
In 2018, the veil lifted — and with it, my old life began to dissolve.
What followed wasn’t clarity.
It was collapse, chaos, sacred rage, karmic reckoning.
A seven-year initiation through the underworld… that would ultimately become the research and development for this mentorship.
I didn’t know it at the time.
But every heartbreak, every mirror, every identity death was preparing me — not just to survive, but to guide others through it.
This wasn’t a weekend awakening.
It was a full-body, full-life transformation.
I was being trained by the Divine directly — in the language of energy, shadow, purpose, trauma, sovereignty, and liberation.
I learned what it meant to be cracked open by the truth.
To walk with the weight of karma and still choose light.
To see the world collapse around me… and remember I came to rebuild it.
I became fluent in the codes of the in-between.
Not just as a concept — but as lived, cellular experience.
The mentorship I offer now?
It was born here.
In the trenches.
In the dark.
In the moments no one could see.
I know this terrain.
I mapped it by foot.
So when I say I can walk beside you through your own unraveling and rise — I mean it.
I don’t lead from theory.
I lead from embodiment.
After seven years in the fire, I didn’t just heal — I became.
Became the frequency.
Became the medicine.
Became the portal I once prayed for.
The woman you see now — magnetic, sovereign, radiant in her truth — is not a performance.
She’s the result of relentless devotion, sacred surrender, and full-spectrum resurrection.
I no longer seek permission.
I remembered who I am.
Now, I walk as a catalyst.
My energy activates. My words unlock.
I hold a field where others finally see themselves clearly — not through wounds, but through destiny.
This isn’t about me.
It’s about you.
If you’re here, it’s because you’re on the edge of your own emergence.
You feel the pull — not just to heal, but to lead.
To embody your purpose, trust your gifts, and walk as the medicine you came here to be.
I didn’t go through it all for nothing.
I went through it for you.
And I’m ready when you are.
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