When my father died, I left my body. I learned to survive by becoming the overachiever, the caregiver, the one who kept it all together. I had to be hypervigilant to be prepared for anything. I learned that no one was going to take care of me and that I was on my own, emotionally and soon financially and physically.

When I finished college I knew there had to be something else besides climbing the corporate ladder and working for others. I found massage therapy. I enrolled in a program that was based in cultivating the connection of the body and mind. Through learning, teaching, and receiving bodywork, I began to feel and sense what my body had been storing. It was my first step to reclaiming parts of my self and integrating those that had been kept in the dark.

I spent the next twenty years studying the body—massage, craniosacral work, somatic practices—learning to guide others home while still navigating my own journey back.

Then perimenopause arrived.

In my mid-forties, I couldn't lift a barbell overhead without pain. By my late forties, the exhaustion was undeniable—my body refused to perform at the old pace. At first, it felt like failure. But slowly, I saw it differently: this wasn't breakdown, it was invitation. The old survival patterns were surfacing through my body, asking to be witnessed and released. This was initiation.

I'm here now because I see the paradigm shift that's possible. Perimenopause and menopause aren't dysfunction—they're sacred passage. I hold space for you to move through this threshold consciously, in your body, reclaiming what was lost and stepping into your wisdom, purpose, and power.