MY STORY — Where the Human Meets the Holy
A journey of unraveling, remembering, and returning home to God.
I was born with a knowing.
A pull toward something greater.
A memory of magic I couldn’t explain.
A tenderness for every living being.
A quiet certainty that I was here to serve humanity in a way I hadn’t yet learned to name.
But like many of us, I arrived with wounds.
Intimacy wounds.
Belonging wounds.
Wounds of not-enoughness, too-muchness, and being different in ways I didn’t yet understand.
So I hid the magic girl inside of me.
And I became what the world rewards:
A high achiever.
A perfectionist.
A hypervigilant nervous system dressed up and called drive.
I cut my hair.
Sharpened my edges.
And began my ascent into corporate success.
I traded my magic for a suit. And the world applauded while my soul went silent.
Then came the house that unraveled everything.
Our dream home above Red Rocks — serene, beautiful, pristine — hid toxic black mold that devoured everything in its path.
It took our beloved animals.
It took my health.
It consumed more than $2 million in cumulative losses — income, medical, remediation, rebuilding.
My nervous system, already strained from childhood, collapsed into three years of relentless vertigo.
Every identity I built burned to the ground.
And in that darkness, God whispered:
“Can you love yourself here?”
The unraveling became my initiation.
The mold wasn’t the enemy — it was the mirror.
It revealed everything inside me that was already decaying beneath the façade.
It was the sacred summons to burn down what was false so new life could rise.
In losing everything I believed made me valuable, lovable, safe…
I found myself again.
I found purpose again.
I found God again.
“In the rubble of what was false, I met the truth of who I am.”
I devoted myself to healing — body, mind, and spirit.
I studied environmental illness, psychoneuroimmunology, mind-body medicine, nervous system repair, trauma, somatics, quantum biology, mindset, and spiritual transformation.
I learned how separation from our truth creates sickness —
and how returning to that truth brings us home.
And now, I hold the lantern for others on the path of reclamation.
For those who feel the chasm between their daily life and the calling of their soul.
For those who are ready to remember.
For those who are ready to rise.
Everything I teach is forged in fire — real, lived, embodied truth.
This is the medicine of Head to Heart Healing™ —
not theory, not performance, but transformation rooted in God, coherence, and destiny.
This is my story. And this is the path home.
A journey of unraveling, remembering, and returning to the design God placed within you.
It is my highest honor to walk this path with you.