For most of my life, I looked functional from the outside – steady job, relationships, friendships – yet nothing ever felt truly close. Inside, there was a sense of distance I couldn’t explain. I spent years managing myself, fixing myself, trying to understand what was “wrong” with me. I was searching for something I couldn’t name.

The disconnection ran through everything – my relationships, my choices, my body, the parts of me I silenced because they felt “too much” or “not enough.”
I could understand myself intellectually, but I couldn’t feel my own existence. I kept circling the same internal absence no matter how much I meditated, healed, journaled, or “inner worked.” I was doing everything right by every book and every teacher… and still something essential wasn’t landing.

What I didn’t realize was painfully simple:
I wasn’t looking for answers. I was looking for myself. And I had never actually had access to me.

For years, I tried to be there for myself – to soothe myself, love myself, sit with myself. But every time I tried, it felt like I was reenacting the original wound. Being left alone was the trauma. Trying to heal it with more aloneness only deepened the split.
And yet, those years weren’t failures. They softened me. They cracked me open. They brought me to the threshold where real connection became possible.

Everything shifted when I finally did the one thing I had never been able to do:
I chose a safe person – not because I suddenly knew how to choose well, but because I healed just enough to finally be capable of choosing.

Letting myself be seen by them changed everything. It was the first time I felt unconditionally met. That connection gave my inner world permission to exist. Month by month, I could feel myself returning – into my body, into reality, into a sense of self that had never been available to me before.

That experience taught me something no amount of solo work ever could: Most people cannot give themselves something they have never received. I certainly couldn’t.

Some people do develop self-compassion internally without external models – it’s rare, but possible. But for many of us, self-contact doesn’t develop in isolation. It develops in the presence of another human who is steady enough for us to finally trust what we feel.

Before that connection, I knew I existed, but I couldn’t feel it.
I could analyze myself endlessly, but I couldn’t experience myself.

I needed someone to hold up a steady mirror so I could begin to trust my own perception. Through that relationship, something new grew inside me – a solid inner center, a sense of being real, a home in myself. A part of me that had never been given the chance to develop.

And with that came the recognition: I wasn’t broken. I was disconnected.

Healing began the moment I stopped trying to fix myself and started meeting what was actually present – even when what was present was uncomfortable. The shift from control to connection reorganized everything. Emotions began to move. Patterns loosened. Clarity returned. Life stopped feeling like something I had to endure and became something I could inhabit.

My work is built on that truth.

I don’t guide people toward a “better version” of themselves. I help them return to the self they’ve been searching for – the self that’s been waiting under all the managing and surviving.

Sessions with me aren’t technique-driven or analytical. They are built on presence, honesty, and human-to-human connection – the kind of connection that helps you feel yourself again.

If you’re here, you’re probably exhausted. Exhausted from trying, thinking, being strong, holding yourself together while feeling lost inside. Exhausted from advice that never touches the real thing.

The way forward isn’t more effort. It’s meeting yourself where you truly are – either alone, if your system can do that, or at first with someone who can help you build the internal ground you never had.

I don’t offer quick fixes or inspirational noise. We work together until you can meet yourself. When that happens, you no longer need me – you become your own steady presence and eventually a mirror for others.

I offer a way back to yourself – the place where things finally begin to make sense. If you’re ready to meet yourself, maybe for the first time, I’m here.