1988

Was born in Kaiser Woodland Hills, CA and came home with my mom, dad and older sister.

1994

Was a quiet and happy kid. Wouldn’t walk into my kindergarten class without my best friend/neighbor girl with me. Parents started to realize that I was a very SENSITIVE child.

1996-1999

Everything changed when I learned to read. I became a book worm. Spent a lot of time playing outside. I learned that reading was a way to escape all of the yelling (and there was A LOT) in my house. When my sisters acted out, I went in. Loved writing plays and singing in my bathtub. 

2000

Everything went to shit. Or so it seemed. My parents got divorced. My older sister started very heavy drug use at a very young age. We would hold search parties for her in Hollywood and the cops would come to my house (not easy when you’re a self-conscious kid from a town called “the bubble” where everyone talks about everyone). 

2002

We moved from said beautiful house and my sister went to treatment. I was highly anxious… and started screaming in my sleep. 

2004

I was in high school and discovered alcohol. This allowed me to feel seen and heard for the first time. I drank too much. I kept reading and writing. I got my first job. 

2007-2010

Went to school at UCSB. The partying continued. I slept with everyone. Studying literature was the only thing that kept me inspired and sane. Entered into my first toxic relationship and had the chance to recreate all the chaos I left at home.

2012

Dated a Hollywood DJ. Didn’t know what to do with my English degree. Anxiety hit an all time high and I had trouble driving on the freeway or going grocery shopping. Felt like I was losing myself or going crazy. Was jealous and insecure. Was in a roller coaster relationship. Cried almost every day. 

2014

Came up for air and realized I wanted change in my life. Started therapy. Moved home and went to grad school for English with the hope of being a writer. Spent most of my time reading, researching and writing. 

2016-2020

Left another unhealthy relationship and decided it was my last. Explored why I kept doing this. Became interested in psychology and self-help. Started practicing Yoga and learning about Eastern philosophy. Had glimpses of peace and happiness. Listened to Tara Brach podcasts and her teachings changed my life. Discovered that mother nature really can heal.  Accepted my anxiety as a fleeting feeling like a wave in the ocean. It doesn’t bother me this way. Learned about acceptance and commitment therapy. Found self-love for my bookish self. Realized that writing at home wasn’t fulfilling enough. I needed to help others. Enrolled in grad school for psychology. 

Followed a path of dharma and devoted service. Made prayer and meditation a daily practice. Am committed to bringing love, healing and peace to those around me. Am thankful for the difficult years.

Ask only one question to my higher power: How May I Serve?