My Story

I’ve been where you are—in the tub at 2 AM, wishing my heart would just stop.

I spent years "floating" through life. I was the bubbly, sweet girl who was secretly suffering. Throughout my 20’s, I moved houses dozens of times, quit jobs with no backup plan, and got into a few toxic relationships. I followed spiritual advice and tried every productivity hack in the book. It took my totaled 1990 Mustang and 11 days in a psych ward to realize that my true self was still in there, if only I could feel safe enough to drop the mask.

I found myself again through radical creativity. I performed stand-up and acted in film and television. I busked, offering ‘face readings’ and ‘free compliments.’ I studied horticulture to heal my eco-anxiety, and I started this art club. I learned that mental health isn’t tied to how successful you are, or how many ‘likes’ you get. To me, everything shifted when I started advocating for my future self with my actions today.

Now, I understand that I don't have to be good at art to let it save my life. And I don’t have to overcome social awkwardness to have meaningful experiences. In fact, I don’t have to categorize everything into the good and bad binary at all.

Now, my story is probably a little more extreme than most.

I think it’s fair to say that most people would never try stand-up comedy, and I can’t blame them. If I hadn’t spent years cultivating lessons on managing mental health through CBT, DBT, alternative medicine, and self-study, I would have fainted before every set (even then, it still happened once!)

The key is in the process of constructing a niche.

It gave me a sense of belonging. It helped me feel seen. It got me in front of real people when I had a tendency to isolate myself.

I’m not here to give anyone advice. I’m here to offer my art club, life coaching, and speaking, and group facilitation to people who are the right fit.