I began my journey as a hypnotist (also known as a hypnotherapist) and coach when my husband was very ill with cancer and heart disease — and every day was a struggle. Medical appointments, emergency room visits, incorrect diagnoses, procedures, radiation, surgeries. Financial hardship. Fears and tears. Realizations. Everything felt like it was crashing down all around me and my family, because it was.
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I had stumbled across hypnosis online, and began listening to audios at bedtime. Sometimes it took every ounce of energy I had left to just put on the headphones. Many nights I fell asleep wearing them — listening to hypnotherapy audios for sadness, depression, abundance, confidence — anything that could provide a little hope and help me put one foot in front of the other. When I told a few people close to me that I was listening to them, I'd get an eyeroll from some of them— my husband included — but I didn't care. I needed to be a support to him and to our daughter, and I would do whatever worked.
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When I realized these audios were actually helping — and that I was, perhaps, helpable (let's be honest, there are times in despair when you just don't believe you can be helped) — something started to shift. I started paying attention to the structures of the audios as much as the content. I learned how hypnosis and good guided meditation can shift the brainwave state and help facilitate change. I also was listening to podcasts and coaches when I could squeeze it in. The combination of hypnosis and coaching were actually moving the needle for me, not overnight but over time. Curiosity turned into training, and training turned into passion. I started working with clients then, too — and something about helping others through their own struggles gave me a quiet sense of purpose during one of the hardest chapters of my life.
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Carl passed to the other side about a year before the pandemic hit, leaving me and my sixteen-year-old daughter to grieve and begin picking up the pieces. And I kept listening. I kept coaching. And I kept getting coached myself—Tony Robbins coaching, therapy, business coaching, the works. I needed fortitude— fortitude for me, fortitude to show up for my daughter, fortitude to get out of bed.
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Honestly, some days the bed won.
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I was always curious about why some people accomplish things easily while others of seemingly similar ability struggle. I came to realize that some people have support — the right tools, the right guidance, the right inner landscape — and some don't. It really can be that simple. Some people may be great at one thing, yet not naturally adept at another (although they might want to be).
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Early on, I realized I could be really good at this. I had strong writing skills for developing hypnosis scripts, deep intuition, a questioning mind, and genuine compassion. I wanted to reduce suffering, ease self-judgement, and help people get what they actually want. I saw how short life is.

The human experience — call it a spiritual experience in a human body — can be beautiful. And sometimes absolutely brutal.
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Today I work with clients all over the globe, and I am so lit up by this work.
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The results I had in working with people surprised me at first. A client with debilitating panic attacks stopped throwing up and never went back to the emergency room. A stalking victim was able to leave the house again, reclaiming her life and her confidence. A gentle soul with a phobia about swallowing pills — who couldn't take oral medication — was able to overcome his fear and enter a clinical trial for cancer. Someone was able to nip nailbiting in the bud. Women navigating the trauma of infidelity and of messy divorces found their footing again. A point guard found his confidence on the court. A woman asked for a promotion — and got it.
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Every single one of them had the capacity for these shifts all along. They just needed the right support to access it.