Who I Am
There is a place where words fall short, and I feel the most seen there....
"I am the wind that whispers you closer to the water
I am the water that disrobes you from the past
I am the past the comes to haunt you in memory
I am the chill that dances up your spine
I am the breath that gasps as you enter
I am the ease the follows
I am the mountain who's ice flows through you
I am the willow that bends down low to your ear
I am the peace that always remains"
- Jenny Lee
And throughout it all, music and song was present as the life-raft of soul expression and creativity. I kept singing my songs and playing my guitar, sharing pieces of my heart, even when I wasn’t sure who would listen. Music became a healing force, a way to translate the journey from chaos to peace, and a bridge that connected me to others on this path.
Then, in my early thirties, well into many diverse studies and healing practices, I hit an unexpected turning point: a difficult experience with MDMA that 'fractured' my nervous system, leaving me raw and sensitive, thrust me into deeper truths. Anxiety surged, along with a heightened awareness of old fears I’d never fully faced. I realized that my journey was about more than symptom management—it was a transformation of my entire relationship to life itself. This reckoning, as tough as it was, taught me to live with more presence, with a heart grounded in sobriety and clarity. And yet, it still reverberates in my system, reminding me of just how sensitive and open we already are as humans, if we are able to get present enough to fully be 'here'.
Now, I stand here in a life transformed. Sometimes I literally say that it's a miracle. I could easily be in jail, have continued the life of the addict, or have gotten caught in a life that would have slowly drained me of all of my life force.
Today, I’m a professional musician, a self-employed healing artist, someone who has incredible and nourishing relationships, and is the joyful founder of a cherished women’s gathering The Temple of Belonging. I have healed from an eating disorder through the pathway of self-love, and moved beyond the patterns that once held me back without giving my power way. I live a life I once could only dream of—a life rich in creativity, connection, and deep meaning, and humble service.
Through it all, I’ve learned that healing is possible for each of us, if only we allow ourselves to choose it. Life has shown me that every struggle, heartbreak, and victory is an invitation to return to our truest selves. And if you’re here, maybe you’re feeling that same longing to connect deeply with life, to find peace within, to be a survivor, and to reclaim your own power as your birthright. I’m here to walk this path with you, embracing the messiness, the magic, and the mystery of it all.
I hold unnamable reverence for the mysterious power of grace, the seen and unseen forces that guide a human life, and the land-based teaching that have offered a safe haven for my soul time and time again. I say that I healed myself in the ways that I didn't turn to traditional health models, and yet I have never been alone. Brave friendship, wise elders, clean water and time in the wildness of nature were the forces of strength when I needed it the most, and I am forever grateful for the generostiy of life that never seems to end, even when it seems it does.
My Journey into Wholeness:
It’s hard to trace exactly where my journey toward wholeness began, but maybe that’s beside the point. What matters is this moment, and all that has brought me here. Like so many of us, my story began with a deep ache for belonging. Both of my mothers left when I was age ten. Growing up without stable guidance or a spiritual anchor, I often felt adrift, searching for something greater to hold onto. My young adult years brought more questions than answers, leading me into some rough terrain. Insert the beginning of learning how to live in survival mode, and the early development of neruo-divergence.
In my twenties, I dove headfirst into the kinds of patterns many of us know too well: the self-sabotage, the need to numb, the search for validation in all the wrong places. I developed a 10 year long eating disorder, addiction to most substances, and preferred toxic relationships that reflected back a fragmented sense of self. It was dark, mostly chaotic, but strangely empowering too. There were many times I faced death head on.
These experiences of 'hitting the bottom' many times taught me real-life resilience and forced me to reckon with the shadows and hidden strengths within me. By my late twenties, I was forced to pull myself from this darkness, reclaiming my worth, and nurturing a devotion to life’s beauty, even in its hardest moments.
But this didn't happen from 'trying' or 'shaming' myself. Change finally came from surrender, from wanting to let go and just love the hell out of myself.
Healing became my path. But not in the "I am addicted to self-help" kind of way, but in the way that a thirsty woman looks for the source of water itself.
I found solace and strength in the wisdom of plants, in the grounding power of earth-centered psychologies and rites of passage, and in the practices of embodiment of all forms. My search for meaning (and ease) led me to breathwork, and Breathwave in particular became a guiding light: a place to finally open, let go, and trust life as it animates my entire being.
Breathwork allowed me to quiet my mind, access deeper layers of my being, and release years of stored pain. In these practices, I discovered a grounded way to reconnect with myself and with life itself. It was here in this opening that so much of my healing really started to catalize and integrate.
