Hi, I’m Tiffany — a woman who had to learn how to love herself before she ever became a therapist.
I didn’t become a therapist from textbooks or theory.
I became a therapist because I know what it feels like to lose yourself…
and what it takes to find your way back.
My Story: Finding Myself After Years of Feeling
...“Not Enough”
For as long as I can remember, I felt like I lived in the in-between.
Too light for one group, too dark for another.
Too quiet to belong here, not quiet enough to belong there.
Not fully this, not fully that — just floating, searching, trying.
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I spent my childhood trying to figure out what version of me people wanted.
And my adolescence trying to cope with the ache of never feeling like I was enough.
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When life got hard at home and the walls closed in, I did what so many young girls do when they feel unseen and unheard:
I rebelled.
I acted out.
I looked for belonging in all the wrong places.
I pushed boundaries, trying to feel something other than the loneliness inside me.
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And underneath it all was a simple truth:
I didn’t think I was worth loving.
Not pretty enough.
Not good enough.
Not wanted enough.
Not worthy of softness or care or gentleness.
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There were moments so dark that I didn’t know if I’d ever come out of them.
And yet — somewhere inside, something tender refused to give up on me.
The Moment
Everything Shifted
My healing didn’t start in therapy.
It started in my body.
When movement entered my life — yoga, acrobatics, breath, flexibility — something inside me shifted.
For the first time, I felt what it meant to be present.
To feel my emotions instead of running from them.
To experience strength and softness at the same time.
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​I eventually followed that pull around the world.
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My first stop was Bali, Indonesia, where I thought I was just going to be advancing my acrobatics — to flip, fly, and live upside down. Instead, I found myself doing slow, grounding yoga I used to roll my eyes at. Little did I know how transformative that “boring old yoga” would be. Beyond the handstands and arm balances was a softness I had never allowed myself to feel — space, breath, presence, and the quiet truth of being with myself. There are many moments I will never forget on that trip. Including an eye-gazing exercise, where we had to look a stranger in the eyes for 15 minutes. No talking. No shying away. True vulnerability. This "stranger" looked at me with more compassion than I had ever shown myself.
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In that moment, something inside me shifted.
For the first time in my life, I felt
SEEN.
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Next up was Thailand, where I completed a 500-hour therapeutic yoga training. Here, I learned that healing doesn’t start with understanding; it starts with listening. Somatic awareness, breathwork, ritual, and slow, intentional movement showed me that the body often knows the truth long before the mind is ready. Little by little, I began rebuilding the relationship with myself that I had quietly abandoned.
Bali showed me what it felt like to be seen.
Thailand taught me how to see myself.
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These experiences shaped not only my personal healing, but my professional path. Around the same time, I was studying Psychology, earning my Master’s in Mental Health Counseling (2014), and working across crisis services, school-based programs, partial care, and outpatient settings. The more I learned academically, the more I realized:
the body held answers the mind couldn’t touch.
So I kept going — studying yoga, training in contortion, acrobatics, and dance, and eventually ended up studying at a year long circus school. Every step of the way, movement became both my medicine and my teacher.
Piece by piece, I returned to myself.
Not quickly.
Not perfectly.
Not pretty.
But honestly.
I let go of the versions of myself I had created to survive.
I made space for softness.
And for the first time in my life…
I felt whole.
Why This Work Matters to Me
The women I work with now remind me of the girl I used to be:​
The one who carried too much.
The one who tried too hard.
The one who kept everyone else together while quietly falling apart.
The one who didn’t know how to love herself, because no one taught her how.
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I know these women.
I was these women.
And my purpose — the reason I built The Self-Love Sanctuary — is to offer the support, the compassion, the guidance, and the space I desperately needed back then.
Where I Am Now
Today, my life looks nothing like the girl who once doubted she belonged here.
I have a beautiful family, a grounded relationship with myself, and a life where movement, artistry, and healing all intertwine. I’m a therapist, yes — but I’m also a performer, an acrobat, an aerialist. I tell stories with my body the way I once couldn’t with words. Movement became my language long before I found my voice.
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Every chapter of my journey shaped me — my heart, my purpose, my work.
It taught me how to help women come home to themselves with the same gentleness I had to learn from scratch.
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If you’re moving through a season where you feel lost, overwhelmed, or far from who you truly are, I want you to know:
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You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.
And I’m here to walk with you — step by step, breath by breath.
On a lighter note...
Fun facts about me...
WHAT MY INNER CHILD LOVES:
Bending in half (contortion), being upside down (handstands and acrobatics), flying (aerials) and dancing (especially partner dancing - bachata & Brazilian Zouk).
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Check out some fun videos: Media
HOW I SPEND MY FREE TIME:
Being a mommy to the most beautiful little human on the planet (soon to be two!)
Growing as a woman, partner, therapist, and business owner (yes… this is my hobby). I love to learn!
WHAT I WISH MORE WOMEN KNEW:
They don’t have to earn rest, prove worthiness, or carry everything alone.
Your enoughness isn’t something you achieve. You are allowed to choose yourself without apology, rest without guilt, and love yourself without permission.
