Born and raised in New York, I fell in love with yoga in my teenage years. Growing up as a child, I did not want anything. Unfortunately, my parents had suffered real deep trauma in their lives and unintentionally created an extremely toxic environment for their children. They had both come from generations of abuse and so violence and abuse were very much prevalent in my home. Amid my parent’s turmoil, I was being sexually abused by the friends of the family’s son whom I had made friends with. So trauma was something that was very much a part of my everyday life as a child.

In my teenage years, I entered a period of wanting to create something better for myself externally in hopes that it could heal internally. I was highly motivated, ambitious, and charismatic, but my overachieving desires and successes could not heal the reality of my trauma and family dynamics. Around the age of sixteen, I was also the girl suffering from extreme anxiety, which now I know was PTSD, an eating disorder, and insomnia. I also had violent and aggressive outbursts, ending in tears and more family turmoil whenever triggered. I remember walking around our house at 3 am, unable to sleep, eat or think straight. I was feeling like a lot like a ghost in a shell. There was still a lot that I had to heal within myself, a lot of work still yet to be done, and my school successes and achievements were not the answer. Around this time, my sister was going to a new spa that offered yoga classes.

“What’s Yoga?” I asked. ‘

At the time, she knew many things were wrong, and I remember she wanted to help in any way she could.

She said, “It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s kind of like a dance exercise, but it’s not. You would like it, you want to come?”

I remember walking inside the yoga studio, and I felt this vibration. This calm, electric energy. I remember I hadn’t even sat on the mat; everything seemed to click. It felt like I had been doing these movements all my life, like prayer and poetry with the body. I couldn’t explain my feelings; I just knew I wanted more.

Looking back, I believe what I was feeling was space. I was craving and needing space. I had space to think and feel and forget. Finally, I had some space to process and heal some things, asking to be healed and learning some things that needed to be learned.

Little did I know that so many paths would merge into one. That the pain of my lineage and childhood would lead me to yoga and a path to inward healing and a lot of ongoing transformation.

I practiced for ten years after that day before I received my 200hour Yoga Teacher Certification, and soon after, gained my certification in Chair Yoga, Prenatal, and Yoga for Eating disorders so that I could help adults of all different backgrounds on all different kinds of journeys and stories.

Yoga then led me to explore meditation and eventually allowed me to reconnect to divination and ritual practices so that I could heal my own “witch wounds.”

Not only have I connected with so many other yogis and students who have changed my perspective, but I have transcended, healed, and manifested a life I am proud of in many ways that I never thought was possible.

I found and still find many answers on the yoga mat.

I use yoga to heal, give peace of mind, and transform. I know that we can all work collectively to raise the vibration, heal, transform, and manifest magick and healing in our lives.

I am on a journey and mission to bring you this same transformative and loving energy as our journey continues…