In 2021, the doctor walked in and said, “I’m very sorry, but your cancer has spread and it doesn’t look good.”  As I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my heart sank. In that moment, all I could think about was my mom having to plan my funeral. I believed what I was being told and made an unconscious decision: I was going to die. Chemo started a week later, but my spirit had already surrendered. I stopped eating. I couldn’t drink water. I couldn’t walk. I had accepted the end. My mom begged me to fight, but I felt like I had nothing left.

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And then—something stirred inside me.

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My inner child came alive. She whispered, “It’s not your time.” She reminded me of my power, my fire, my ability to rebel against the story I was being handed. I realized I didn’t need to fight for the old version of me to survive. That version needed to die—so the real me could finally be born. And that’s when everything began to shift.

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Bit by bit, my body began to respond. My energy returned. My spirit reawakened. The nurses and doctors couldn’t explain it, but I could: I had chosen to live—and not just to survive, but to heal. This is a journey I’m still on, and always will be. But if there’s one truth I carry with me, it’s this:

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We are so much stronger than we think.
Everything we need to heal already lives within us.
We just have to believe it.

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Cancer cracked me open and set me free. It awakened the part of me that no longer fears pain or darkness—because I’ve learned how to walk through it with my eyes wide open.

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I’m honored to walk this path as a yoga teacher, reiki practitioner, and energy healer.  Through my classes, programs, and retreats, I support others in slowing down, tuning in, and digging deep—so they can reconnect with their truth, reignite their inner fire, and walk their own path of healing and peace.

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It all starts with rebellious faith and radical trust in yourself.