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.

My first stop was Bali, Indonesia, where I completed an Acroyoga training and truly stepped into the world of movement and mindful connection. I’ll never forget a moment there: during an eye-gazing exercise, a stranger looked at me with a tenderness I had never shown myself.

In that moment, I felt something I had never felt before:

SEEN.

In Thailand, where I completed my 500-hour therapeutic yoga teacher training, I learned how healing moves through the body long before it reaches the mind. Somatic awareness, breathwork, ritual, and mindful movement helped me rebuild the relationship with myself I had abandoned.

 

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, 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 Acroyoga in Indonesia, training in contortion, acrobatics, and dance, and even studying movement artistry at the Circadium Contemporary Circus Program in Philadelphia. 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.