Massage was never part of my original plan—it found me. And in many ways, it became the anchor I didn’t know I was searching for. Before massage school, I’d only received one massage in my life, and like many, I thought it was just a “frou-frou” luxury. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When I signed up for training, I was at a crossroads—lost, struggling, and carrying more than I could hold. Not long after enrolling, I received a DUI, which became a turning point. Over the past decade and more, massage has been a cocoon for my own healing: a place where I could work through trauma, rebuild, and reconnect with myself, while discovering a way to serve others.
In my practice, I’ve had the honor of working with people navigating regular life wear and tear to eating disorders, addictions, post-surgery recovery, autoimmune disorders, mental health challenges, pregnancy and postpartum, and the demands of athletic and artistic careers. Some clients come to take a restorative pause, others to do deeper therapeutic work.
What I love most about this work is its uniqueness—each session is as individual as the person on the table and the moment they’re in. For me, massage is about more than technique. It’s about holding space—for the body, mind, and spirit to soften, recalibrate, and heal. We are all moving through something, and that shared humanity is what connects us. It’s an honor to walk alongside my clients in their healing journey.
