I started out with two master’s degrees, a fire in my belly, and a vision of becoming a therapist and a professor. And in my own untraditional way, I became both.

I opened a private practice in Denver right out of grad school and loved the depth of the work—but the rules…not so much.

Traditional therapy felt too sterile, too buttoned-up, and too disconnected from the real lives my clients were bringing into the room. So I broke a few rules, showed up as myself, said the quiet parts out loud, and my clients thrived. The practice grew fast, and I started consulting other therapists on how to grow their own, because I’d fallen in love with the business of healing too.

And let’s just say running a brick-and-mortar practice with a newborn wasn’t sustainable. I closed the doors, briefly stepped into community health (spoiler: hated it), and transitioned into network marketing—a model that gave me flexibility, income, and the ability to support my family while still doing meaningful work. I built a brand, became a master trainer, and traveled the world teaching thousands of women.

But eventually, I was ready to come home to my roots.

I wanted to take everything I knew about healing, teaching, entrepreneurship, and human behavior and do it my way. That’s when I moved into coaching. Blending therapeutic depth with strategic mentorship, I built a business that felt deeply aligned with who I was… until it didn’t.

Even after all the tools, knowledge, and success, I was still bracing for things to go wrong, pushing as hard as I could, and performing wellness instead of actually living it.

So I shut that business down, took a five-month sabbatical, and rebuilt from scratch—this time from my body, not just my brain.