Maybe if you are here, you are feeling farther away from home than ever before.

Maybe you are even feeling a little homesick for something, somewhere, someone, you can’t quite put your finger on. What if I told you, that maybe this feeling is a calling from your intuition? Stick with me, here. Maybe what you are really missing, is a deeper connection to yourself to feel at home in your skin, once again. What would it feel like to recognize and move past self limiting habits and beliefs that have kept you feeling stuck outside of yourself? What would life look like if you were to begin embodying your own personal power and potential, supported by strong wellness ideals developed to help you better align with your passions and goals?

As a holistic health coach, I am here to help you take the answers to these questions and align them with your reality.

After 5+ years of working in the health & wellness world as a Licensed Massage Therapist, I have shifted into the health coaching space to work deeper beneath the skin and find healing from within, creating true nourishment from the inside out. I empower you to re-examine your self limiting beliefs and patterns, remodeling & reconstructing them to create your own unique blueprint of wellness to support a life in alignment with your authentic self.

Let me tell you the story that brought me to Reconstructed Wellness —

I had been hiding.

I was confronted with my own reflection and found that I didn’t quite recognize it. The body I was in was mine but it didn’t feel like home. I blinked and raised a hand to my cheek, this mirror image doing the same. My eyes looked like mine but they were drained, their tiredness pooling into dark blue and purple beneath my irises. It was then that I saw a flash of recognition, almost like a little spark. Something waiting to be ignited.

I had been hiding there, underneath my own skin.

As a Licensed Massage Therapist, I was achieving everything I had intended to when I first started out on that path. My schedule was full of lovely clients, I was based in an incredible office centered around health & healing, and was working with amazing people & health practitioners. But there was a friction between this reality and the feeling of discontent that itched at me whenever I would slide on my work scrubs, a wince of pain and a deep breath as I circled my wrists and massaged my palms after tying the drawstrings. The pain my body was growing and making itself known more prominently every day, but I continued to ignore it.

The reality was my mind and my body were at odds.

Our bodies are full of so much innate wisdom and intuition, and mine was desperately trying to communicate with me. Yet my mind was determined to take the wheel and steer me in a different direction. I hyper-focused on the “should’s” -— I should be more grateful for where I was at. I should not be complaining about my pain when it was my job to help others ease their pain. I should be stronger than this.

At the end of a particularly tough work day, I sat in silence in my car. My scrubs smelled like sweet lavender and mint, the scent filling the dark air that night, a stark contrast to the heaviness that began to settle over me. Achey spasms and twinges began to make themselves known, my body’s way of screaming at me after being ignored all day. I looked down at my hands, looking over them and wiggling my fingers and rubbing my palms to connect the feeling of them to the sight of them — they didn’t even feel like they belong to me, rather they felt like they belonged to a 90 year old woman as I struggled to grip my steering wheel without feeling that tired pain prickling the joints.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes as I began to quietly contemplate leaving my career. Not just my job, but my entire adult career I had built in the field of massage therapy.

It wasn’t until that night after driving home and really looking in that mirror, that the state of disconnect really hit me. I didn’t know the person reflected back at me. I didn’t know her, anymore. I had been operating on autopilot, trying to maintain the image of peace on the surface, but I was lost beneath my own skin. But that flicker of recognition I saw in the reflection was a reminder that I was still in there, patiently waiting to be heard again. This time, I decided to listen.

A few evenings and many scrapped email drafts later, I stared at my computer screen reading over a resignation letter. The smell of menthol lingered in the air from the pain relief balm I had lathered on my limbs. I closed out the draft and completed some coursework for the health coaching course I was taking to supplement my work before I tucked my laptop away underneath my bed. Even with my laptop closed and put away, I could still feel the lingering fear of the unknown and the scary idea of change stopping me from actually pushing send. What was I going to do if it was not this? Was I really willing to start all over? What would everyone think? I tried to find sleep, but it evaded me. My thoughts played tug of war in my mind as I tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around me, until the pull from a single concept on one side won the match and rendered me still.

To leave my career was what wellness needed to look like for me at that moment in time.

I could have the healthiest diet and hit the gym every day of my life, but if I remained doing the same things I was doing and repeating the same patterns, I was never going to truly feel healthy.

Until I looked at my life from a holistic perspective, assessing all aspects that made up who I was in that moment and the external environment that I had cultivated, I was never going to feel truly nourished on the inside. My body was my home and I was its caretaker, and to care for this home would look like tearing down and examining all those pieces and structures that were no longer working — my career being the first piece. 

I shot up out of bed, quickly grabbing my journal to further work out my thoughts. The words reconstructed wellness found their way onto the page under my pen.

As I wrote the words I felt a wash of clarity — maybe health coaching wasn’t meant to just supplement my work . . . maybe it WAS the work. I decided to sleep on the decision that had eased its way into my mind. That next morning I submitted my resignation at my massage therapy position.

When I turned my keys in on my final day and collected my check, I sat quietly in the car while the sunshine warmed the growing smile on my face. The road in front of me felt clear. I felt grounded in this decision, like I was back in my body, truly steering the wheel again. I was determined to embody myself authentically, supporting that authenticity with a reconstruction of what wellness meant to me, and was ready to feel empowered in my health once again. I knew moving towards a path of health coaching, helping others to find the courage to approach their own reflections with holistic insight and open eyes, was where my intuition was guiding me to go. Foot on the gas, I headed home — 

I had been hiding for so long, but I was finally ready to come home to myself.

I knew I was ready to begin helping others find their way home, too.

I empower you to re-examine your self-limiting beliefs & patterns, remodeling & reconstructing them to create your own unique blueprint of wellness.

Every day the disconnect between mind and body grew wider and wider.