It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was a quiet, steady whisper that rose up from deep within and said, “But at least you get to live.”

That was my beginning.

Since then, I’ve followed every nudge. Every whisper. Every soul pull. A year into sobriety, I received a Reiki session—and something shifted again. It cracked me open. And for the past five years, I’ve been walking the path of remembering. Of healing. Of unbecoming everything I was never meant to carry.

I’m a mom of three wild-hearted boys, a sacred space holder, a woman who once thought she had to hide in the background—too loud, too much, too sensitive. But I’ve learned that the parts of me I tried to dim are the exact parts that make me powerful.

I created The EmBODYed Collective as a space for women like me—women who are waking up. Women who feel the shift. Women who might not know exactly what’s changing, but feel it in their bones: It’s time to come home.