The truth was, I had been on my own since I was young. I learned how to survive, but I never learned how to hold myself. I was helping others walk toward wellness while still abandoning parts of my own soul. That dissonance became unbearable. And eventually, something inside me whispered, “Get help.” So I did. I sat in five years of counseling, peeling back the layers of shame, guilt, grief, and fear. I learned about limiting beliefs. I saw the unconscious patterns that were running the show. I discovered that emotions weren’t enemies to be silenced but sacred messages to be felt, understood, and honored. And I took medicine. Little by little, I stopped running. I turned toward my own heart. And I began to heal. I let go of the past and I let go of the pain little by little. And as I healed, my work transformed.​ I created coaching programs rooted in overcoming fear and unworthiness. I wrote books. I became an educational provider for the National Association of Nutrition Professionals. I spoke at national conventions and started teaching other practitioners how to move beyond surface-level solutions and touch the core of what really drives us. But even that wasn’t the whole story. Because the deeper truth, the divine truth, was still waiting to be remembered. That remembering came through plant medicine. I sat with the medicine not as an escape, but as a prayer. And in those sacred journeys, I met the truth of who I am beyond the pain, beyond the roles, beyond the masks. I experienced myself as Divine. Infinite. Eternal and deeply loved. And once I touched that place, there was no going back. After I sold my wellness center, I was asked to create another coaching program. But this time, I knew: it wasn’t about food anymore. It was about freedom. This time, I would use psychedelic medicine as a platform for self-realization, and more importantly, for divine integration. Because transformation without integration doesn’t last. This is now my life’s work: guiding others as they awaken, helping them integrate their experiences, and supporting the emergence of the divine within them. And I don’t guide from a pedestal, I walk beside you. I’ve lived the unworthiness. I’ve wept the grief of childhood wounds. I’m facing the fear of being seen. I’ve surrendered identities again and again, not because I wanted to, but because I had to, in order to become who I truly am. And from this place, I serve. Integration isn’t a one-time event. It’s a way of life. It’s the sacred art of becoming, and becoming again. The words “I know who I am. I know what I am. I know how I serve” aren’t just affirmations. They are etched into my bones. So if you’re standing at the edge of your own remembering, if you’re feeling the pull to go deeper, if your soul is whispering there’s more, then I’m here. Not with answers, but with presence. With tools. With truth. With love. Because I know the way. Let’s walk it together.