I’m a grief coach, but not in the way you might expect. I’m not here to fix you or move you through grief on a timeline. I’m here to sit with you in the real, in-between spaces—the messy, uncertain, still-figuring-it-out parts of life that don’t always have words.

 

This work isn’t something I learned only through training. It’s something I’ve lived.

 

After the loss of my daughter, Harper, my world shifted in ways I couldn’t have prepared for. Just 362 days later, I lost my mom to cancer—while raising a preschooler and pregnant with another child. Grief wasn’t something I could neatly process or set aside. It was layered, complex, and ever-present.

 

And if I’m honest, I also learned what happens when grief is pushed down or carried alone. The weight of it. The disconnection. The quiet ways it shows up when it hasn’t been given space.

 

But I also discovered something else.

 

When we allow grief to surface—when we honor it instead of rushing past it—there is space for healing. For resilience. For finding our way back to ourselves, slowly and honestly.

 

You might find me dancing one moment and speaking about grief, healing, and resilience the next—because both can exist at the same time. And that’s where something meaningful begins to take shape.

 

I’m here to walk alongside you in this. Not to lead you out of grief, but to help you learn how to live with it, grow with it, and stay present within it.

 

If that resonates with you, you’re in the right space