I grew up very erotically curious from a young age, innocently exploring my pleasure and amazed by the pulses of bliss I discovered in my body.

But pleasure quickly became tangled with fear, guilt, and the rushing, tensing, and bracing of not wanting to "get caught." My body learned to associate desire with shame, being "too much" with losing connection to love, and pleasure with being bad, disgusting, and wrong.

By my teens, I had mastered self-abandonment. I was the cool, chill, go-with-the-flow girl who thought my worth came from performing for validation, contorting myself for approval, confusing being desired with being loved, and rarely saying no.

I gave my body in exchange for the fleeting illusion of belonging and being chosen. I had no idea I was acting out my sexuality rather than actually feeling and embodying it.

I unknowingly lived from dissociation and inner collapse, unable to feel where I ended and someone else began — which is how I kept finding myself in nonconsensual experiences I didn't know how to stop, followed by years of blaming myself for my own silence and freezing.

"Fawning" was unknowingly my baseline, meaning I reflected exactly what I thought others wanted to see and hear. The thought of being rejected, judged, or abandoned felt like death, so I diminished my authenticity to maintain attachment to others.

Then, after being sexually assaulted abroad, a forgotten part of myself broke open and declared, "I am fucking done feeling helpless, powerless, and unworthy."

That declaration became a turning point.

Soon after, I synchronistically found myself at a sacred sexuality workshop in the lush jungle of Central America. It felt like a deep, ancient, cellular-level remembrance — like an entire universe of possibility cracking open that I hadn't known I'd been locked out of.

I invested in myself and my healing for the first time and began studying female pleasure, sexual healing, Tantra, energetic practices, and erotic embodiment. I learned to touch myself and awaken my body not for performance, outcomes, or climax, but for presence, devotion, nourishment, and deeper listening than I ever knew was possible. Pleasure became a moving prayer.

For the first time in my life, I was choosing myself and walking a path of healing, truth, reclamation, and spiritual homecoming. Not by escaping or "ascending" beyond my humanity, but by courageously descending into the untold stories of my body.

I finally started to feel safe in my own skin. Which, given what my body had held for so long, was nothing short of a miracle.

I've spent the last decade building my life by making moves before I felt "ready" — hopping on a one-way ticket to Costa Rica at 22, launching my podcast from my bedroom before I felt remotely qualified, building my business with no roadmap, living abroad for most of the last 12 years, and learning to become my own home and best friend no matter where I was.

Underneath all of that boldness was still a familiar voice whispering, "Who do you think you are? What if they see you fail?"

I intimately know the wound of unworthiness. The urge to fawn, fit in, and spiral in fear of being rejected, misunderstood, or too much. I know what it feels like to be deeply self-aware and still frozen.

What finally shifted those patterns wasn't more information. It was the slow, unglamorous, profoundly intimate practice of returning to my body and creating safety within.

I have trained in Sexological Bodywork, Somatic Sexology, VITA™ Sex Love and Relationship Coaching, Tantric practices, yoni mapping & dearmouring, female nervous system healing, somatic trauma integration, parts work (IFS), erotic embodiment, energy healing, Akashic Records, process-oriented psychology, and more. I've worked with hundreds of women across the world over the last 6 years through 1:1 work, group programs, and live workshops and immersions.

To me, my most important and meaningful qualification isn't a fancy credential. It's how I've walked through the fire myself, again and again. And how I've personally lived the disconnection, shame, freeze, despair, guilt, numbness, and wobbly self-worth. Now, I am unafraid of the dark.

I can say with grounded conviction that you are not broken. Your body is not wrong, inadequate, or something to fix.

And it is entirely fucking possible to feel wildly alive, safe, orgasmic, juicy, sovereign, and free… no matter what you've been through. I am living proof.

I'm here with a trusted map, a metaphorical lantern and backpack of tasty snacks, and an epic sense of humor as I walk beside you, not above you, to your own remembrance that this ecstatic freedom, trust, and romance with Life is your true nature.