I was raised to stay quiet. To hold secrets, smile for the cameras, and keep it all in the family.

I became a caretaker long before I was ready. I mothered siblings, held my parents’ pain, and buried my own. I carried centuries of silence in my bones.

And then… my body gave out.

A back injury forced me onto the floor — literally unable to move. I had no choice but to look at the shadows I’d run from my whole life.

That’s where my healing began.

I dove into limpias, astrology, Human Design, Akashic Records. Therapy. Soul work. Everything. Not to “fix myself,” but to remember who I was before the world told me who to be.

Now, I help first-gen souls and spiritual seekers release old wounds, honor their ancestors, and finally feel safe living as their truest selves.

Healing is messy. It’s raw. And it’s the most beautiful gift we can give ourselves.

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