Spiritual & Psychic Medium Intuitive Healer

From a young age, I absorbed the emotions and energy of those around me—so deeply that I carried their weight without even realizing it. As a child, I spoke to invisible friends and had vivid visions of my grandmother after she passed when I was ten, slowly coming to understand that others didn’t experience the world the way I did. To belong, I started hiding those parts of myself, learning to quiet what made me feel different

I became a people-pleaser and overachiever, constantly seeking approval, love, and a sense of belonging. But deep down, I felt disconnected—from others, from myself, and from something greater. I buried my truth—alongside layers of generational pain and societal conditioning that told me success meant fitting in, not standing out. I was surviving, not thriving.

I’ve always been drawn to understanding people—why we feel what we feel, why we carry certain things. That curiosity led me to earn my degree in Psychology and Human Services in 2007. But underneath it was something deeper I couldn’t quite name at the time. During college, I was in a car accident. I blacked out and woke up in the back of an ambulance with a concussion—but something happened while I was out. I remember being surrounded by light, never feeling the impact or pain of the accident, being completely at peace, and standing with my Nana, who had passed away a few months earlier. She told me it wasn’t my time. When I shared the experience, some chalked it up to trauma or brain chemistry. But I knew what I felt was real. Still, I kept it to myself. I didn’t know how to talk about it—or if it was even okay to believe in it. So, I pushed that part of me down and focused on building the kind of life I thought I was supposed to want

Through my twenties and early thirties, I followed the script—building a leadership career in social work, chasing success, and checking every box that was supposed to mean “you’ve made it.” The job. The clothes. The car. The marriage. The dog. The social life. The growing resume. But inside, I felt numb and disconnected. I depended on prescription meds like Adderall and Ativan to stay focused and mute my anxiety and turned to cannabis or alcohol just to come down. Burnout and chaos became my normal—coping mechanisms I didn’t even recognize as such. I was caught in a system that focused on treating symptoms, not on uncovering or healing the root cause.

A series of health issues and emotional unraveling forced me to pause. Traditional medicine had no answers, so I turned inward—toward yoga, acupuncture, sound healing, nature, and movement. Slowly, I began to feel again. To hear my inner voice. To reconnect with the parts of myself I had buried. Through spiritual guidance and energy work, I slowly started to heal.

In 2017, my father passed unexpectedly. His loss cracked me open in ways I couldn’t have anticipated. Not long after, I faced another truth: my marriage was misaligned with the woman I was becoming—and, if I’m honest, had always been. Leaving was painful, but it was a return to my own voice.

While healing from that heartbreak, I met with a medium who channeled my father. He told me a great love was coming. Describe him in detail. Gave me a sign: “Look for ducks,” she said. “You’ll know when you see them.”

Nine months later, I met him. His nickname? Puddle Ducks.

From day one, our connection felt cosmic. Like soul recognition. We built a love that was light, deep, and magnetic. It felt like home. But just 10 months into our life together, he was diagnosed with a very aggressive cancer that was spreading rapidly. He passed on the first day of 2021. He was only 34.

His death was my deepest heartbreak—and my greatest awakening. The veil between worlds opened. Signs, messages, guidance and, most powerfully, he kept urging me to stop running from who I was.

I left my corporate job. I leaned fully into energy work, intuitive guidance, and healing practices. Reiki, sound, channeling, and intuitive readings—it all began to flow through me, like a language I had always known.

This journey didn’t happen overnight. It unfolded through loss and love, through years of shedding layers of who I was expected to be and rediscovering the core of who I truly am. I wasn’t transforming into someone new—I was coming back to myself.

And now, I walk this path in service—helping others reconnect with their truth, their healing, and their own remembering.