Rooted in Healing: My Journey

That was the silent message I inherited—woven through my family lineage like a thread of protection. I was raised in a world shaped by survival, where love was offered the only way it was known: guarded, quiet, and burdened by unspoken pain. Generations of silence, scarcity, and spiritual forgetting became the soil I was rooted in.

Even as a child, I sensed more. I could feel the energy shift in a room before anyone spoke. I noticed the disconnect between words and truth. But like many sensitive children, I learned to dim my light to belong—to trade intuition for approval, and inner knowing for the illusion of safety.

As I entered adulthood, I kept ignoring the quiet voice within. I pushed through chronic pain, fatigue, and emotional disconnection. PCOS, burnout, and a life that no longer fit became signs I could no longer ignore. I was in a career that drained me and relationships that mirrored the love I hadn’t yet learned to give myself.

In 2008, my own trauma became an initiation—
into deep, root-level healing and the remembrance of the healer within.

A motorcycle accident left me with a concussion and a crown injury, but more than that, it cracked me open. It revealed a deeper truth: healing wasn’t something outside of me—it was something I already carried.

This work began long before I had a name for it.

Before the trainings, titles, or techniques—there was just me, meeting my pain at the root, and learning to walk myself home.

And that’s where I found what truly works.

My journey back to wholeness began with yoga. Through it, I remembered the sacred connection between body, mind, and spirit. Becoming a teacher deepened that awareness.

Then came Reiki—where I learned to work with energy as medicine and eventually became a Reiki Master. It was another layer of remembrance: of how energy carries both wisdom and wounds, and how healing flows from within.

Eventually, I was called to Ohana Generational Healing. This work helped me unravel inherited beliefs and patterns that lived beneath my awareness—bringing clarity to cycles that once felt unchangeable. This was the foundation for what would become True Root Healing.

Healing my roots isn’t just about me—it’s reshaping my family legacy.

As a mother of two and in sacred partnership with my husband, I witness the ripple effects of this work daily.

The deeper I heal, the more love, presence, and possibility move through our home.
We’re not just breaking old cycles—we’re planting new ones, rooted in wholeness.

Somewhere along the way, spiritual and new age trends got loud.

Quick fixes, bypassing, and feel-good distractions started to drown out what I knew in my bones:

Healing isn’t found above the pain.
It’s found by gently meeting it where it began.

True Root Healing is a return.

To what’s real. To what lasts.

To the body’s wisdom, the nervous system’s truth, and the sacred process of becoming whole again.

Over nearly two decades, I’ve worked with hundreds of individuals through sessions, courses, workshops, and retreats. I’ve guided others to reconnect with the healer within—because I believe healing is not rare or reserved. It’s our birthright. It’s our remembering.

If you're tired of looping through surface solutions and ready to come home to yourself—welcome.
This is a space for you to root in truth and rise from there.

If you’re ready to remember your wholeness and return to the wisdom that’s always lived within you—

I’m here to support you. 

 Let’s walk this healing path—together.