In 2015, my spiritual journey began the day my first son Jorden was born. I gave birth to him prematurely at just 26-weeks gestation weighing 1lb 13oz. Over the next six days he was in the NICU receiving care. The first time I held him in my arms was when he was passing away and at that very moment my whole world was turned upside down. No parent should ever have to bury their own child. This traumatic event started my downward spiral to a state of deep depression and anxiety.
While working as a nurse it only heightened my feelings which continued to push me further down the spiral. Over the next couple of years, I switched jobs a few times and never found the right fit for me. I was starting to lose myself and the desire to be a nurse. I was also on anti-depressants, but I knew I did not want to take medication forever. That’s when I decided the right thing for me to do was to start my own practice not only to help myself, but also to better others.