She was born, perfectly imperfect and beautiful, to two people who had not yet grown up themselves. The toxic soup they made boiled over when she was only three years old.
The man her mother married next was kind and afraid, wounded from his time in a war no one wanted. He moved through the world with liquid courage and emotions that threatened to tumble out most of the time, held in only by the fire he swallowed whenever he could.
Her mother raised her with words of kindness and cruelty, not even remotely in equal measure; teaching her that her value was only in the deeds she did and in being good—always good.
As an empath surrounded by chemical dependencies, abuse and an abundance of narcissism, she was easily overpowered by everyone else in the household. She accepted this powerlessness without question. She learned to doubt the truth of her experience, memories and perspective. She surrendered her sovereignty to whomever demanded it in her search for love and acceptance.
Being good was her armor; it was how she survived. It wasn’t something she did on purpose, it was who she was trained to be. So she hid beneath the heavy halo she had never asked to wear until one day, she began to learn a new way.
Oh how she learned. Through trials by fire, broken hearts and a million tears, she learned the power of boundaries and the importance of self-love. She learned to say “no”.
She met the love of her life; a woman who cracked her open, reached into her darkness, exposed the vulnerable, frightened parts of her and brought them into the light, into safety, and into love. For the first time, she was seen and cherished for who she was—not for the deeds she did and not for being “good”. She didn’t have to be “good'' anymore. She could finally be herself.
In the years that followed, she continued to learn. She stopped hurting herself to make others more comfortable. She stopped feeling like she had anything to prove. She grew, evolved, and expanded until she took up so much space that she thought she might explode with the power and potency of her hard-won self-worth.
Throughout this journey, she followed every dream she could.
She became a yoga teacher and developed her own method of yoga designed to suit all bodies. She offered workshops and trained other teachers. She even consulted for other Yoga Professionals about ways to modify the practice to suit more people.
She pursued her passion for Tarot and began reading for clients regularly, offering support and encouragement in order to shine light wherever possible.
She took the stage to tell her story and share her passion at summits and events where her message of self-worth would have the most impact.
And then one day she fulfilled her biggest dream of all:
She wrote a book.
The man her mother married next was kind and afraid, wounded from his time in a war no one wanted. He moved through the world with liquid courage and emotions that threatened to tumble out most of the time, held in only by the fire he swallowed whenever he could.
Her mother raised her with words of kindness and cruelty, not even remotely in equal measure; teaching her that her value was only in the deeds she did and in being good—always good.
As an empath surrounded by chemical dependencies, abuse and an abundance of narcissism, she was easily overpowered by everyone else in the household. She accepted this powerlessness without question. She learned to doubt the truth of her experience, memories and perspective. She surrendered her sovereignty to whomever demanded it in her search for love and acceptance.
Being good was her armor; it was how she survived. It wasn’t something she did on purpose, it was who she was trained to be. So she hid beneath the heavy halo she had never asked to wear until one day, she began to learn a new way.
Oh how she learned. Through trials by fire, broken hearts and a million tears, she learned the power of boundaries and the importance of self-love. She learned to say “no”.
She met the love of her life; a woman who cracked her open, reached into her darkness, exposed the vulnerable, frightened parts of her and brought them into the light, into safety, and into love. For the first time, she was seen and cherished for who she was—not for the deeds she did and not for being “good”. She didn’t have to be “good'' anymore. She could finally be herself.
In the years that followed, she continued to learn. She stopped hurting herself to make others more comfortable. She stopped feeling like she had anything to prove. She grew, evolved, and expanded until she took up so much space that she thought she might explode with the power and potency of her hard-won self-worth.
Throughout this journey, she followed every dream she could.
She became a yoga teacher and developed her own method of yoga designed to suit all bodies. She offered workshops and trained other teachers. She even consulted for other Yoga Professionals about ways to modify the practice to suit more people.
She pursued her passion for Tarot and began reading for clients regularly, offering support and encouragement in order to shine light wherever possible.
She took the stage to tell her story and share her passion at summits and events where her message of self-worth would have the most impact.
And then one day she fulfilled her biggest dream of all:
She wrote a book.
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