It is from my own personal journey that I help others.

And when I say I know how you feel, I truly do.

My Story…

On May 12, 2008 my father died.
I was 20 years old.

The world lost one of the best fathers ever.


And I lost myself.  

I lost LuLu, His girl.

I lost the girl who
never needed approval from a man.


A girl who never doubted herself.

A force to be reckoned with.

A part of my heart went missing — and I desperately sought to fill this space with anyone or anything I could find.
But they could never fill me.
And so I was still lost.

I think I cried every day in between 2012 and 2013 — halfway towards where I am now, after finally choosing to look at myself.


To look inward.

I’ve been on a journey of self-discovery I think since I was in the womb…

Maybe even before that.


The past 10 years have been filled with it all: every single emotion. 
And many second and third helpings of the worst ones…

I drank until I blacked out in year one.


Abused sleeping medication because it was the only one that took the pain away.


Took anti-depressants for over 3 years.


3 different kinds of anti-anxiety meds.


Went on and off birth control in attempt to regulate my hormones…

I tried starving myself.



I’ve binged,
 I’ve purged,
 and I’ve hated myself and my body more times than I would like to admit.

I’ve tried blaming everyone else for my struggles.
I’ve been selfish and angry and frustrated and pissed off and hated God for…I dunno, like 3 years.

I’ve spent years being numb, nauseous, confused, sick, trapped, afraid, broken and lost.

I’ve asked…

“Why me?”

Why him?”

and

“No but really…what did I do to deserve this?”

And on top of all this
(and this isn’t even the half of it)

I judged myself. 

For ALL OF IT.

Which is always the best icing on a shit cake.

But one day
I just decided that
enough was enough
.

And the next day I agreed.

I decided to stop sitting in my own stuff.  

I decided life is worth living and loving

I looked back and remembered that in between all of the pain and darkness, I was happy

Like truly happy.

I remember that I laughed the same day I cried.


I may not have walked
outside, but at least I looked out the window.

I remembered that life is short.

My dad’s death taught me that.

Life is short.

And precious.

His death became my “Why.”


My point of no return.

My, “I must get happy now, today, and everyday because what else is there?”

My Atha Yoganusasanam!
(The time is Now! This is Yoga. This is it.)

My father’s death became my reason to live.  

To really live!


To the get off all the drugs.

To get my body out if pain.


To get off the train to negative town.


To get away from crappy relationships of any kind.


To never, ever settle.


To find my purpose.


To find meaning.

To find Lulu. 

One ordinary day that
I cannot even remember, I chose myself.


Over all of it.

I followed my heart.


I chose to live the life I was given.


I decided what it was
I actually wanted, and who I truly was.

I decided to fight for LuLu.


I fought for her (and sometimes with her)
EVERY DAY, as he did.


I chose to love her EVERY DAY, as he did.

And then one day, 9 years later, I went to Africa…

I caught the stomach flu and had diarrhea for 3 weeks straight, and got blown over and assaulted by the wind, and walked straight up hill to get just about everywhere, because what would life be without obstacles?!?

And I got my heart broken and mended over and over again by Africa’s raw beauty
alongside her raw poverty.

And then…

I saw her.

Standing in the sunshine

Where she’s always been…

Waiting for me to come back to her.

And it may still break my heart every day that the best father a girl could ask for had to leave…


In order for me to find myself,
all over again.

Your pain doesn’t have to be the end of your story. It can be your catalyst.

I choose Life.


I choose to believe and see the best in people.


I choose to
believe that everything happens for a reason.


I choose to
believe that every rejection is God’s protection.


I choose to
take responsibility for my actions.

I choose to
believe that life is full of choices…

You sink or you swim.


You survive or you thrive.

But the choice is and always was MINE.

I hope you choose love.

Love is all there is.


 

With love,

PS…Let’s connect 🙂

It is from my own personal journey that I help others.

And when I say I know how you feel, I truly do.

My Story…

On May 12, 2008 my father died.
I was 20 years old.

The world lost one of the best fathers ever.


And I lost myself.  

I lost LuLu, His girl.

I lost the girl who
never needed approval from a man.


A girl who never doubted herself.

A force to be reckoned with.

A part of my heart went missing — and I desperately sought to fill this space with anyone or anything I could find.
But they could never fill me.
And so I was still lost.

I think I cried every day in between 2012 and 2013 — halfway towards where I am now, after finally choosing to look at myself.


To look inward.

I’ve been on a journey of self-discovery I think since I was in the womb…

Maybe even before that.


The past 10 years have been filled with it all: every single emotion. 
And many second and third helpings of the worst ones…

I drank until I blacked out in year one.


Abused sleeping medication because it was the only one that took the pain away.


Took anti-depressants for over 3 years.


3 different kinds of anti-anxiety meds.


Went on and off birth control in attempt to regulate my hormones…

I tried starving myself.



I’ve binged,
 I’ve purged,
 and I’ve hated myself and my body more times than I would like to admit.

I’ve tried blaming everyone else for my struggles.
I’ve been selfish and angry and frustrated and pissed off and hated God for…I dunno, like 3 years.

I’ve spent years being numb, nauseous, confused, sick, trapped, afraid, broken and lost.

I’ve asked…

“Why me?”

Why him?”

and

“No but really…what did I do to deserve this?”

And on top of all this
(and this isn’t even the half of it)

I judged myself. 

For ALL OF IT.

Which is always the best icing on a shit cake.

But one day
I just decided that
enough was enough
.

And the next day I agreed.

I decided to stop sitting in my own stuff.  

I decided life is worth living and loving

I looked back and remembered that in between all of the pain and darkness, I was happy

Like truly happy.

I remember that I laughed the same day I cried.


I may not have walked
outside, but at least I looked out the window.

I remembered that life is short.

My dad’s death taught me that.

Life is short.

And precious.

His death became my “Why.”


My point of no return.

My, “I must get happy now, today, and everyday because what else is there?”

My Atha Yoganusasanam!
(The time is Now! This is Yoga. This is it.)

My father’s death became my reason to live.  

To really live!


To the get off all the drugs.

To get my body out if pain.


To get off the train to negative town.


To get away from crappy relationships of any kind.


To never, ever settle.


To find my purpose.


To find meaning.

To find Lulu. 

One ordinary day that
I cannot even remember, I chose myself.


Over all of it.

I followed my heart.


I chose to live the life I was given.


I decided what it was
I actually wanted, and who I truly was.

I decided to fight for LuLu.


I fought for her (and sometimes with her)
EVERY DAY, as he did.


I chose to love her EVERY DAY, as he did.

And then one day, 9 years later, I went to Africa…

I caught the stomach flu and had diarrhea for 3 weeks straight, and got blown over and assaulted by the wind, and walked straight up hill to get just about everywhere, because what would life be without obstacles?!?

And I got my heart broken and mended over and over again by Africa’s raw beauty
alongside her raw poverty.

And then…

I saw her.

Standing in the sunshine

Where she’s always been…

Waiting for me to come back to her.

And it may still break my heart every day that the best father a girl could ask for had to leave…


In order for me to find myself,
all over again.

Your pain doesn’t have to be the end of your story. It can be your catalyst.

I choose Life.


I choose to believe and see the best in people.


I choose to
believe that everything happens for a reason.


I choose to
believe that every rejection is God’s protection.


I choose to
take responsibility for my actions.

I choose to
believe that life is full of choices…

You sink or you swim.


You survive or you thrive.

But the choice is and always was MINE.

I hope you choose love.

Love is all there is.


 

With love,

PS…Let’s connect 🙂

Why I have chosen this career…

Honestly, this work chose me. And choosing to honor this by making it my career was the most natural thing I’ve ever done. I am a natural nurturer and truly believe I was born to be a Healer! I used to joke about Massage Therapy being my fallback career as a kid. I have always loved giving massage and was lucky enough to find yoga when I was 12 as a way of healing my back. Both yoga and massage have always just made sense to me. I can honestly say that I love my job.

My work is my life’s passion and my life purpose.

And I would say more than anything that I’m a good listener.

In a treatment, my Inner Wisdom meets my client’s Inner Wisdom and we have a conversation. This conversation allows us to read and release tension in the body.

Among much of what I learned is this: Our bodies are our Teachers, and we are the eternal student. So there is not only a reason why we have tension, but also a specific reason why we carry tension in certain areas of our bodies. It’s the psychology of the body if you will… And I want to help you understand it.

My intention is to help release the obstacles that keep you from being your best Self. So all that’s left is the happiest and healthiest You.

My Qualifications

Licensed Massage Therapist
300 hour International Jivamukti Yoga Teacher
Bachelors Degree in Psychology from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Craniosacral Therapy – Level 2
Somato-Emotional Release – Level 2

Book a Session With Me Here.

Why I have chosen this career…

Honestly, this work chose me. And choosing to honor this by making it my career was the most natural thing I’ve ever done. I am a natural nurturer and truly believe I was born to be a Healer! I used to joke about Massage Therapy being my fallback career as a kid. I have always loved giving massage and was lucky enough to find yoga when I was 12 as a way of healing my back. Both yoga and massage have always just made sense to me. I can honestly say that I love my job.

My work is my life’s passion and my life purpose.

And I would say more than anything that I’m a good listener.

In a treatment, my Inner Wisdom meets my client’s Inner Wisdom and we have a conversation. This conversation allows us to read and release tension in the body.

Among much of what I learned is this: Our bodies are our Teachers, and we are the eternal student. So there is not only a reason why we have tension, but also a specific reason why we carry tension in certain areas of our bodies. It’s the psychology of the body if you will… And I want to help you understand it.

My intention is to help release the obstacles that keep you from being your best Self. So all that’s left is the happiest and healthiest You.

My Qualifications

Licensed Massage Therapist
300 hour International Jivamukti Yoga Teacher
Bachelors Degree in Psychology from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Craniosacral Therapy – Level 2
Somato-Emotional Release – Level 2

Book a Session With Me Here.