My Story

I started my career as an arts worker. I was driven by an internal pressure to do something great and build a stellar creative career, though I was unsure exactly what that looked like. After launching a fulfilling project Off-Broadway, I pivoted from my theater track, and pursued dance, which had always been a dream I could never quite let go of. I pursued it but struggled believing in myself. 

While training in dance and balancing gig work, I burned out. My body suddenly became out of control. Fatigue, chronic yeast infections, extremely painful periods. I chased after the perfect solutions to fix my health, my body. I was disappointed by the western medical system and pursued Eastern medicine in the hopes of fixing my shit. 

My body has been in chaos ever since 2019, with a little hiatus during the pandemic when I left the city to live with my family in 2020. 

Upon returning in 2021, my body picked up right where it left off. With the pandemic and what I eventually found out was endometriosis, I isolated myself. My mental health plummeted. Over time and essentially becoming a professional patient, I learned that health is work, and there is no silver bullet solution. Neither eastern medicine, nor western, are the only answers. It’s work to find out and blend together what works for my body. I worked to build a care team that fit me. I learned that health is impossible without community and joy. 

And that’s where I am now. With a few more diagnoses of chronic pelvic conditions under my belt (ha), I want to be a steward of connection, creative expression, and joy. Without those three ingredients, life and health are far too difficult. We can’t do it all alone. We’re never alone. 

As bell hooks wrote in All About Love, "Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion.”