After a decade of pouring my energy into creating a product and building a brand that embodied health and creativity, I sacrificed my own well-being in the process. The weight of it became impossible to ignore.

I lost connection to my intuition. My internal compass felt buried beneath exhaustion, emotional suppression, and a lifetime of fear-based beliefs around worth and success.

How could I trust myself to move forward when I was the one who brought myself here?

I was constantly searching outside of myself for answers. I asked others what to do. I clung to logic. But underneath it all, I was overthinking, overwhelmed, and utterly disconnected from joy or presence.

The beliefs running the show?

“I have to work harder to be worthy.”
“If I stop, I’ll fail.”
“If I’m vulnerable, I’ll be abandoned.”

And still—one ember kept glowing:
There has to be more than this.

Survival mode was my normal. But that faint ember led me to ask for help.

I began connecting with conscious community and eventually crossed paths with psychedelics. I had heard whispers of their healing potential—but I had never explored them.

This time, something felt different. The fear of staying stuck outweighed the fear of the unknown.

My first psychedelic journey flipped a switch.

For the first time in my life, I felt unconditional love for myself. Peace, clarity, and deep safety washed over me. I remember standing in the doorway after that experience and thinking:

“If I can carry this thread forward, I can create a life that feels like the embodiment of authentic expression—present, joyful, and true.”

Psychedelics opened the door.
Breathwork helped me walk through it.

It became the anchor. The regulator. The way I learned to hold myself through joy and pain. Breathwork connected me to my body and gave me access to compassion over shame—presence over panic.

It’s now one of my most trusted tools for integration.

For the first time, my transformation didn’t happen at the speed of burnout.
It unfolded in stillness.

Within six months, I made the most honest decisions of my life.
I closed my business.
I ended a relationship.
I chose what brought me joy—not what looked good on paper.

I moved from fear to love. From proving to allowing. From hustle to truth.

The next steps became clear, as if my new north star was shining brighter than ever—because, for the first time, I could actually see myself shine.
I moved from proving my worth to embodying it.

At the same time, my abuela—the woman who had been a source of unconditional love, a pioneer of health and wellness, and a guiding light in my life—was transitioning.
Because of the inner work I had done, I was able to sit with her in those final moments with deep peace.

Psychedelics and breathwork regulated my nervous system, rewired my perception of myself and others, and gave me an entirely new perspective on life.

The power of these shifts was undeniable.

I knew, without a doubt, that my purpose was to pay it forward—to bring these powerful and ancient medicines to others with integrity, love, and reverence.

To me, this work is an act of reciprocity—an offering back to the practices, ancestors, and inner wisdom that helped me return to myself.

The path forward was clear. It was supported. It was full of possibility.

If any part of this story resonates with where you are right now—know this:

You are not stuck.
You don’t need to wait for permission.
You can begin again.

There is still an ember glowing beneath the surface.
All it takes is one breath to begin fanning it back into flame.