Welcome to my world.

For many years, I lived with anxiety and agoraphobia, and if I'm honest, anxiety still peeks its head up sometimes, & I still have that voice in my head that says life would be easier if you just stayed at home. There were times when my world felt incredibly small, and I spent much of my energy simply trying to get through the day. Along the way, I navigated grief, burnout, low self-confidence, and the feeling that somewhere along the line I had become disconnected from who I truly was.

In 2020, after the sudden loss of my dad, I found myself completely lost, scared when the phone rang, and completely compartmentalizing and pushing my anxiety into my work. Grieving halfway across the world from my family during COVID was not on my bingo card for my twenties.

After many therapy sessions, missed days of work, canceled plans, and saying no to things that I knew would make me happy. I found myself self-sabotaging my whole time. Years of panic attacks, pushing through, staying busy, and pretending I was grand had finally caught up with me.

After about 3 years of ignoring all of the signs and tbh not knowing what to do. I started going to yoga ( pulled along by my friend Courtney). Fast-paced movement and a racing heart often felt too similar to a panic attack, so yoga seemed like a safer bet. The studio happened to be a one-song walk from my apartment, and at that stage, that was enough of a reason to go.

I was not interested in the spiritual side of things. Not because I wanted to become a yoga teacher. Honestly, I just needed something to get me out of the house. At first, I didnt understand why the F* I was crying all the time in class.

I hated sitting with everything that came up. I hated slowing down. I hated being left alone with my thoughts. More than once, I found myself crying quietly at the back of the room, wondering why everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves.

But for some reason, I kept showing up, maybe it was the mantra my teacher would sing at the beginning of class, maybe it was because it became one of my safe spaces. To this day, I am not sure, but I know it was the start of something.

Alongside the hustle of my twenties, seven years living in Vancouver, and building a career that eventually led to becoming a Director within a multimillion-dollar company, I had become stuck on a hamster wheel of life and forgotten who I was underneath it all.

Yoga was one of the first places that helped me reconnect.

The work I do today is about helping people reconnect with themselves and learn the language of their mind, body, and soul.

Whether someone is navigating anxiety, grief, burnout, a major life transition, or simply feeling stuck, my intention is to offer tools, guidance, and spaces that help them come home to themselves.

Soul was born from my own journey, but it has grown into something much bigger: a place where wellbeing, community, healing, personal growth, and meaningful conversations can coexist. I am not saying I have it all figured out ( because I really don't), but I have a better idea now than I did back then, and that’s something.