A STORY
I went through the experience of losing myself.
Not gradually. All at once. In a season that everyone around you calls a beginning, while something inside you quietly goes dark.
Postpartum depression was that for me. And I went through it alone. Not because no one was there. Because what I needed did not exist yet. Someone present. Without judgment, without pressure, without expectations. Someone who did not need to understand exactly what I was going through in order to hold space for it.
That absence is what built everything you see here.
Finding my way back to myself began in my body. Through movement first. Then stillness. Then everything that lives at the intersection of science and what science has not yet fully named. Each practice became a door. Each door opened another layer.
I have moved through a process more times than I can count. In different iterations of myself. Always returning to who I am at each layer of my own unraveling.
A method was created through this. A path I lived before I knew what to call it.
I have many roles. A mother, a physical therapist, and an integrative health practitioner, with education, training and tools outside of conventional medicine. I have spent more than two decades working with bodies, children, families, and women finding their way back to themselves.
But none of that is why I am here.
I'm familiar with this journey because I am in it.
Not ahead of you. Not behind you. Alongside you.
In my own continuing return.
That is what I can offer.
Honest companionship through the unraveling.