I'm a grief coach, death worker, and recovered workaholic who spent a decade learning how to come back to life.

For years, I was the person who burned the midnight oil, took on the work of 2-3 people, and ran from meeting to meeting believing I was fighting the good fight. I thought my mission-driven work justified the exhaustion. I thought running miles after work five days a week meant I was healthy. The truth? My body was screaming for help—and I wasn't listening.

At 28, my legs started swelling daily. Doctors dismissed it as "my age." When we finally ran every test, the diagnosis was devastating: an autoimmune response my rheumatologist couldn't yet name, with a prognosis that felt like a death sentence.

But I didn't stop working. I couldn't. I was a workaholic chasing a dream I'd spent years courting, convinced I could push through if I just tried hard enough. If I ate the right things, got the body work, and drank enough water, I could fix it without interrupting my work… right??

Then came the moment that changed everything. A kinesiologist looked me in the eyes and said, "You are not okay. You have the stress response I've only seen in refugees. Your body is breaking down."

Still, that wasn't my rock bottom. Everyone's rock bottom looks different. Mine came two years later—after running COVID-19 pandemic response teams, losing two beloved people, a miscarriage, a divorce, and standing at the edge of complete collapse: physical, emotional, mental, spiritual.

When I finally couldn't do my job well anymore, I admitted I needed help. I took six months of medical leave and made healing my full-time work. It took three months just for my nervous system to shift out of fight-or-flight.

That was the beginning of a decade-long healing journey—and tens of thousands of dollars in practitioners, programs, and tools—to transform a body raging with autoimmune flares, chronic pain, brain fog, and utter exhaustion into someone who is out of survival mode and living a life that centers my spirit, heart, body, mind, and relationships.

I learned how to grieve. How to rest. How to listen to my body. How to build a life—and work—that actually sustains me.

Now, I teach other exhausted women what I learned. Because you don't have to wait until you hit rock bottom. You don't have to figure this out alone. And you're not broken—you're breaking free.

My work combines grief coaching, nervous system rewiring, somatic practices, death work, and ritual—all rooted in the truth that burnout is often unprocessed grief, and healing requires honoring what we've lost so we can reclaim what we truly want.

I'm here to guide you through the deep waters back to yourself. Let's find your way home.