Once upon a time, I imagined a life in fashion, art, and beautiful things. I earned a Bachelor’s degree in art history and merchandise marketing, minored in Italian, and moved through the world led mostly by whim.

Then death changed everything. When I was 21, my dad died. At 26, my best friend and boyfriend died, and my world fell apart. Grief arrived not as a single event, but as a tidal wave of everything I hadn’t yet felt. It unraveled me, reshaped me, and changed the course of my life.

In the years that followed, I became a seeker - of meaning, of healing, of ways to live with what can’t be fixed. I found my way through therapy, yoga, books, embodiment, and long conversations with myself. What I learned is that “healing” isn’t about getting over what happened. It’s about learning how to carry it, how to let it change you without disappearing inside it.

These days, I’m still a beauty-seeking, sensitive, intuitive, left-handed Pisces - an empath, a highly sensitive person, and the oldest child. I’m a native Arizonan, a retired yoga teacher, a student of yoga and Pilates, an avid fiction reader, and very much a dog person. I have a Master’s degree in Marriage Family Therapy. I’m someone who feels deeply, pays attention to inner worlds, and believes that being human is both fragile and extraordinary. Grief has changed me for the better. This work didn’t come from a career plan - it came from my life.