I shouldn’t have lived to see 25 

I guess that’s what happens when you’re a child of divorce, have three out of four alcoholic parents, listen to your birth mother say you’ll never amount to anything, and drink through your early 20s. So that’s fun. 

After years of working my way up a male-dominated automotive industry, and pushing down my trauma further and further, I’d finally reached my breaking point: My Dark Night of The Soul. 

I was forced to wipe the board clean, start over, and start healing. Not just doing yoga because Madonna said it was cool (am I aging myself, here?). Real, alternative, transformative healing.

Traditional therapy had never worked for me. So I sought out the help of a shaman instead. Within two years, I learned how to work through my inner demons. Within eight years, I’d picked up more alternative practices and supported others in the process of their healing. 

The transformations I had witnessed were beautiful. But still, I felt like there were tools out there that could take us deeper, I just couldn’t put my finger on what or how.

Then, I finally found the missing pIECE: hypnotherapy

And that’s my passion now. I’m here to help you plow through the trenches of your subconscious, find your voice, and to push you beyond what you’re comfortable with because that’s where change happens. 

I see mental blocks as something to be obliterated. I see trauma as something to be overcome. They don’t go away entirely. But they’ll sure as hell take a hold of you if you let them — and we can’t let that happen. 

Healing is a tumultuous and equally liberating process. If you’re not willing to put up a fight, then no one will.