The truth is, childhood was restrictive for me. There was a lot of control, very little space to feel fully, and I developed a deep survival pattern that convinced me that fun would be followed by punishment. For much of my early life, my dreamscape became my refuge - a way to escape a body and a reality I didn't want to be in.

The work I do now - with sound, breath, energy, and the wisdom of astrology - these are the tools that helped me come home to myself. They helped me heal the mother wound, learn what healthy boundaries actually mean, and understand that boundaries aren't meant to be rigid walls but living agreements that grow with us. They taught me how to be comfortable in my body again, how to stop running from the present moment, and how to actually build a life I don't want to escape from.

I've done deep work around childhood trauma, around reclaiming the confidence and agency I lost along the way. I've learned to extend compassion to my parents from a distance, to honor that we're all doing the best we can with what we have. I've learned that it's okay to feel the full spectrum - the anger, the hurt, the joy, the peace. All of it matters. All of it is valid.

When I was 28, I met my biological father for the first time and got to say goodbye before he passed. Two years later, I sat in the same hospice room with my grandfather. These moments of closure, of honoring life in its rawest form, showed me what it means to be truly present - to witness without needing to fix, to hold space for what is.