I was born feeling people. My father, a 30 year student of the esoteric teachings, nurtured this aspect of me since I was three years old. I had a way of loving people for the things the world couldn’t see within them completely disregarding whether or not they were honoring such things or not. Throughout my life, this led me down many paths; wounds around religion, darkness, pain, bliss and heartache.Somewhere along those paths, I lost myself.The beauty, however, lies in my return.

I had made a career in branding and graphic design. What fascinated me the most was translating passion into art. Getting a glimpse at the sparkle in the eyes of those who spoke about what set them on fire and creating something out of it. I took this career and morphed it into my identity. I wasn’t home yet, though. Having access to people’s hearts I began to feel them in ways I couldn’t understand. The more lost they were from authentic passion the more I hurt. In turn, the more I felt they became mirrors and, upon facing my reflection, I broke. I broke into a million suicidal pieces, and my business persona and ego went down with it. 

Everything went dark. If I wanted to come out alive, I had to crawl my way out in pitch black. In the depths of this rabbit hole, I recognized what MY voice sounded like. I discovered the ageless wisdom I’d carried within me for lifetimes and unlearned the load of crap that was imposed upon me. I learned that my gifts were an essential part of what I’m here to do and to honor them righteously. I broke through all of the crap that wasn’t allowing me to rise to move ahead.

I removed the blocks and obstacles holding me back from expanding in my purpose. Then, mastered doing the same for others who felt stuck, have tried everything, and crave being the limitless, expanded version of themselves in order to fulfill their purpose.