03/05/2026
It’s always a bit odd coming back to posting here after taking such a long hiatus. Social media has this funny way of making me feel like I either need to be constantly posting or not posting at all, and once I step away for a while it can feel strangely vulnerable to pop my head back up again.
But anyway, hi guys!
I’ve been a little quiet on this page…not because I’ve disappeared into the wilderness or joined a silent monastery, but one of my goals these days is not to fill every inch of my time. I’ve spent most of my life being very good at staying busy, always moving, always creating, always finding the next thing to pour myself into.
Still, Breathwork has taken on a life of its own alongside my other business, and it turns out there are only so many hours in a day (even for someone who believes she’s unstoppable). Because Breathwork has grown organically alongside my other business, the work itself has required my presence more than my promotion.
Lately though, and the reason for this post, is that I’ve been reflecting on why I do this work. And the truth is, it has never been about getting rich. Like, that’s never even crossed my mind. If I wanted to chase money, there are far more efficient ways to do that than sitting on the floor in sweatpants and reminding people to breathe. While I do honor the value of skilled facilitation and sustainable exchange, money has never been the driving force behind this offering. Not once.
Breathwork came into my life as a lifeline. It met me in the dark. It met me in addiction and an eating disorder when my nervous system was frayed and my body felt more like a battleground than a home. It met me in fragmentation, when parts of me were splintered off in shame, in grief, in stories I didn’t know how to tell out loud. It met me in the long, unglamorous, deeply humbling process of putting myself back together ….piece by trembling piece.
Eventually, what saved me became something I could offer. Service wasn’t the goal but it was the natural extension. When something pulls you out of the fire, you don’t gatekeep it. You share that s**t!
So from here on out, all of my breathwork sessions will be donation-only. Meaning pay what you can. No, this isn’t a marketing tactic. It’s not a “limited time offer.” It’s a decision rooted in access and accountability. I want cost to never be the reason someone doesn’t walk through my doors. And on a personal level, this is my living amends: a tangible, ongoing act of repair for the harm I caused during my darkest days. And it’s something I feel i owe the world.
If breathwork has supported you and you’re thriving, give what you feel. If you’re in a tight season, even if you’re completely broke, come anyway. It is my core belief that healing should not be a luxury nor should it belong to a certain income bracket.
So this is my offering to our little community. If I can help create even a little more healing in our small corner of the world, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. We all carry heavy things and every person deserves a space where they can remember they’re not alone in it.