A Little Bit About Me.

This is My Story. 

I grew up in a single-parent home, carrying the weight of father abandonment wounds I didn’t yet have language for. As a young girl, I learned early how to perform, achieve, caretake, and people-please—trying to be everything for everyone, while quietly disconnecting from myself in the process.

As an Indigenous Mexican American woman of Yaqui and European descent—with roots in Mexican, Spanish, Portuguese, and other Southern European lineages—I often felt caught between worlds. I struggled to find belonging, unsure of how to reconcile the societal expectations that shaped me with my disconnection from cultural and spiritual heritage. 

 Like many, I followed the path I was told would lead to fulfillment: do well in school, get a degree, land a stable job, get married, have kids, build the white picket fence life. I checked every box—but underneath it all, I was battling perfectionism, people-pleasing, a toxic marriage, and a quiet grief I couldn’t name. I looked successful from the outside, but inside I felt anxious, depressed, and deeply disconnected from my own truth. My healing didn’t begin with clarity—it began with unraveling. What I now understand as my first dark night of the soul became the threshold of transformation, leading me to slowly peel back the layers of who I was taught to be and reconnect with the parts of myself I had long silenced.

 Through that process, I uncovered something unexpected: a deep, ancestral resonance. That wisdom didn’t come from a degree or certification—it came from within. From my lineage. From my dreams, my body, my intuition. From the blood memory of medicine people and healers who came before me. It was always there—waiting to be remembered. Working with plant medicine in safe, sacred settings deepened that connection. It expanded my relationship to myself, the world around me, and the spiritual realms. It wasn’t a shortcut to healing—but a doorway that helped me access truths I hadn’t been able to reach through talk alone.

This journey of reclamation is still unfolding. I’m not here as someone who has “arrived,” but as someone who has walked through the fire—and continues to walk it—with reverence, compassion, and devotion. I carry both clinical training and ancestral knowing. Both lived experience and sacred intuition.

And now, I hold space for others to remember who they truly are—and to find their own medicine within.