For most of my adult life, I kept moving forward—on the outside, it always looked like I had it together. But the truth was, I was coping in all the ways that culture quietly rewards: staying busy, productive, numb and disconnected.

I avoided any kind of deeper inquiry into my life. I minimized my challenges. I compared my experiences to people who I believed had it objectively worse. And above all, I told myself I was fine.

I spent years in a high-stress career that left little room for what I really cared about. Art and music faded into the background. My health was fragile. I leaned on alcohol and cannabis to take the edge off—and tried, unsuccessfully, to moderate both. I was managing—but not living.

Finally, getting laid off was the rupture I didn’t know I needed.
It forced me to finally stop. To question everything.
And to find a new way forward.

That’s when I found Internal Family Systems (IFS).

For the first time, I understood that my struggles weren’t personal failures—they were protective responses. That the parts of me I’d tried to suppress were actually trying to help. And that healing wasn’t about fixing myself—it was about learning how to relate to myself differently.

IFS gave me a framework, a philosophy, and a path that felt true in my bones.

I’ve since trained extensively in IFS, somatic trauma work, and nervous system healing. But the real foundation of my work is lived experience. I know what it’s like to survive for a long time—and to finally feel what it means to come home to yourself.

That’s the path I’m on.
And it’s the path I now hold space for others to walk, too.