The one that lives under the surface.
The exhaustion. The numbness. The quiet wondering:
What about me?

I know what it’s like to be the woman who does everything — for everyone.
Who checks all the boxes, holds it all together, and wakes up one day feeling…
gone. Disconnected. Burnt out. Like life is happening through her, not with her.

I was that woman.

For years, I lived in my masculine: pushing, performing, perfecting.
I wore independence like armor. I led with strength, with fire, with control.
And underneath? I was exhausted. Unfulfilled.
Craving something deeper — even if I couldn’t name it yet.

Then everything cracked open.

My body, my marriage, my spirit — they stopped whispering and started screaming.
The pushing stopped working. The proving left me empty.
And I had to face the truth:
I had abandoned myself.

I had silenced my sensuality. Buried my softness.
Ignored my needs in the name of survival.

But in that reckoning…
I found myself.

I didn’t break. I awakened.
To my feminine power. My feeling body. My radiant, wild, magnetic self.
I stopped living like a machine — and started living like a woman.

My intimacy deepened.
My confidence came home.
My energy turned magnetic.

And now? I walk women through that same return.