I’ve always been a leader.
As the oldest sibling, I naturally stepped into the role of teacher and guide. For a while, I thought that might mean becoming an educator. In fact, I thought I WOULD be a teacher — but life led me somewhere more practical.
Retail.
I climbed the corporate ladder quickly. I trained teams. I mentored managers. I led with intuition long before I called it that.
But while I was teaching people how to hit sales goals…
I was yearning for something MORE. Something deeper. Something you don't talk about while loading mulch into a customers car, or taking their video game trade in.
I didn’t grow up wanting to be spiritual.
I grew up experiencing it.
I saw spirits
I had dreams of being dead and flying. Dreams of Atlantis. Memories that felt REAL. But you don't talk about seeing dead people hanging in your closet when you're sitting in a church at catechism.
But the curiosity never left.
At nine years old, I was using a pendulum to tell women the gender of their child(ren).
Between 12 and 16, I was practicing divination with a regular deck of playing cards — assigning meaning to the aces and asking questions about life like it was the most natural thing in the world.
In my late teens, numerology began weaving itself into everything.
In my early twenties, I started calculating full birth charts by hand for friends and coworkers.
This wasn’t a phase.
It was a thread that kept pulling me forward.
In my early twenties,
I met a psychic who told me that I was an old soul and to imagine a round room filled with doors. I could choose any one of the doors and have it be my "spiritual" job this lifetime.
I received a trance-style reading reminiscent of Edgar Cayce. I was told I came into this life to be a healer. Not in the traditional medical sense, but a healer of the dis-eased.
I didn’t know what that meant yet.
Then life initiated me.
In 2011, I was diagnosed with Stage 1-C ovarian cancer. Surgery. Six rounds of chemotherapy. Survival.
When someone asked me the metaphysical cause of my cancer, I didn’t have an answer.
I wanted a child. I wanted something more.
I stayed with comfortable.
I went back to retail.
But something in me knew I wasn’t meant to stay there.
I had a baby.
In 2015, I had the son doctors said I would never have.
I’d known deep down since childhood I’d have a boy first. My pendulum confirmed it, and the same Edgar Cayce reading that predicted my health career promised him to me—yet I was still spiraling. Without official confirmation of the gender, the "what ifs" took over. What if I was wrong? If my intuition failed me here, had it been wrong all along?
Career wise. I was still in retail.
I did the "comfortable" 9 to 5.
I read tarot for friends and family. I was still interested in patterns, lifetimes, and the unseen.
Then in late 2022, during a lunch break scroll, I came across the work of Dolores Cannon and Michael Newton — pioneers in past life regression.
And my whole body reacted.
This wasn’t curiosity.
It was recognition.
I trained. I certified. I continued to Level 2.​
In May 2025 I quit
my retail job.
No known path. No job to follow.
Just me and my inner knowing.
Today, I guide clients through QHHT sessions, helping them connect directly with their Higher Self to understand the deeper roots of their patterns, illnesses, and life themes. Through tarot, astrology, numerology, and intuitive downloads, I help people see the proof of their own design.
I now understand my job in "health".
The body speaks.
The soul remembers.
And healing begins when we’re willing to listen.
If you’re here, something in you is ready.