About
Me

There is one thing nobody will ever take away from me: my curiosity about the human being, our bodies, and our minds.
It started very early, before I even had words. When my mother began her medical studies to become a psychiatric nurse, I was just a baby. My favorite book back then was her medical one, filled with raw images of disease and healing. Maybe, even then, I was searching for answers about my own body.

My Journey
From birth, my body spoke loudly.
Severe eczema, asthma that almost took my life at 14 months, endless medical visits, and later, an unconscious struggle with food - all of it shaped my early world.
The word psychosomatic was one I heard constantly;
it echoed in the deeper caves of my being, long before I understood its meaning.
Still, I moved through childhood and teenage years believing my life was “normal.” Yet beneath the surface, my body carried stories I couldn’t yet name.
Life brought challenges that no one can truly prepare for:
my parents’ divorce, a near-fatal car accident, assault, an assassination attempt on family members. As I grew older, the pain took new forms: rape, domestic violence, sexual assault at work, abortion, heartbreaks, grief.
Each of these experiences carved something raw and real into my being. They left me wounded, but also wildly alive, determined to understand how the human spirit endures.
My Trainings/Certifications

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Then came my third brush with death —
a near-drowning accident.
That moment changed everything. It was as if life itself whispered: stop surviving and start living consciously.
I left my job, relationship and dove deep into healing practices — meditation, yoga, self-hypnosis, plant medicine, and eventually, art and creative therapies.
And then I met my teacher, Brandon Raynor.
During one massage session, something profound shifted.
My clarity returned.
My body, mind, and spirit
finally spoke the same language.

From that day forward,
I knew that healing was not something I would chase — it was something I would
embody.
I continued to study, to learn, to share, to serve.
My pain became my compass, guiding me toward what is real, what is human, what is sacred in each of us.
Today, I live with an open heart and an open mind.
I am someone who believes in the body’s wisdom, in the resilience of the human spirit, and in the power of compassion as medicine.
My story doesn’t define me — it refines me.
Every person I support is a reminder that healing is possible.
Through touch, presence, and understanding, I help others reconnect with themselves — body, heart, and soul.
I don’t just “do” healing work. I walk beside people as they remember their own.
If you’re reading this, perhaps you’re searching —
for relief, for clarity, for yourself.
I’ve been there.
And I can tell you: healing isn’t about perfection.
It’s about remembering who you truly are.
I would be honored to walk with you on that journey.
Maybe you’ll be one of the many beautiful souls I’ve had the privilege to support.
Despite everything, I never lost my thirst for life.
I wanted to explore the world, to learn from other cultures, to find new ways of healing.
But my body, once again, called for attention — an autoimmune disease took root in my gut, forcing me to stop, to listen, to heal from within.
Years of self-research followed, and in that search, I sometimes lost myself — in relationships, in endless doing, in the need to “fix” myself.





