As a kid, I was happy, ambitious, a little bossy, and believed I could do anything I set my mind to. My favorite place in the world was my grandmother’s house, the smell of her cooking, the laughter, the love. Those moments shaped my heart long before I realized how sacred they were.

I carried that same drive into adulthood, graduating from the University of Florida College of Pharmacy and becoming a pharmacist. One of my biggest dreams was to earn enough to take my grandma to nice dinners because she always gave so much, even when she had little. But during my third year of pharmacy school, she had a stroke, and soon after graduation, she passed away. I didn’t know how to process the pain. Instead, I buried it under achievements, work, and constant stimulation, chasing anything that would make me feel good.

Then, one day, I walked past a yoga studio. What started as a workout became my first doorway into deeper awareness. I felt alive again, grounded, open, and connected. I eventually became a yoga teacher and practiced Ashtanga Vinyasa, but underneath the discipline, I was still carrying emotional patterns I hadn’t yet faced. I mistook burnout for failure, but it was really an invitation to look inward.

After my divorce in 2023, everything shifted. I hit an emotional pause, mind, body, and spirit. I began to not only learn self-help but live it. I experimented, reflected, and created rituals that helped me rebuild trust with myself. That’s when true transformation began, not from fixing myself, but from finally meeting myself.