About me 

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My path to this work wasn’t accidental—it was forged through life.

I was raised with strong values and structure. I was confirmed in the Lutheran church, my father served in the military, and my mother was a cook who showed love through care, consistency, and showing up every day. I grew up watching my parents love each other fully and faithfully until the very end. That kind of love leaves a mark. It becomes a blueprint for how you move through the world.

Life tested that foundation early. I lost my son in car accident when I was in seattle for a photoshoot.  It shook my world losing him, but it brought me to become a healer. 

 I experienced the loss of my sister, who passed away by hanging, and later watched my strong, steady father die from lung cancer. These weren’t just losses—they were moments that reshaped how I see people, pain, and presence.

What stayed with me through all of it was how my father made me feel: safe, grounded, and unconditionally supported—even in silence. That feeling became my compass.

Choosing this career wasn’t about learning techniques. It was about learning how to hold space. How to make someone feel seen without words. How to create safety through touch, intention, and professionalism.

My education taught me how to deepen that impact—through proper draping, clear boundaries, intentional pressure, and an understanding of the nervous system. I learned how powerful it is when the body feels protected as it relaxes. I’m deeply grateful to my teachers for not just teaching skills, but modeling integrity, care, and respect for this work.

Every session I offer is rooted in one goal: to help people feel calm, supported, and safe in their own body. The way my father made me feel. The way we all deserve to feel.

This work is personal to me—and I treat every client with that same level of care.