This work saved my life—and now, I get to help others remember what’s always been theirs.

My journey from survival to sacred clarity.

Before Angelic Reiki, I was constantly searching—books, gurus, ceremonies, mantras, medicine—looking for something to finally make me feel whole. I kept thinking there had to be a silver bullet, some ultimate key to peace, self-acceptance, and clarity. But the truth is, I didn’t find it in any of those things.

What cracked me open was a stretch of life so dark and heavy, it felt like watching myself fall down a well. I was depressed. Suicidal. Exhausted. I didn’t grow up religious, but I started begging Spirit for help. I remembered the powerful, grounding experience I’d once had during a Reiki session and knew that was what I needed more of. I couldn’t afford to go every week, so I learned how to channel it myself. That choice changed everything.

I trained in Usui Reiki, and then Angelic Reiki, which felt like coming home to something ancient and loving. The more I practiced, the more I remembered: how to listen, how to trust, how to be still. My intuition opened. My need for outside approval quieted. I finally stopped abandoning myself.

Now, this is the work I offer to others—not to fix them, but to help them remember themselves too.