02/04/2026
Here’s a little story most people don’t know about me, but it shaped who I am and how I show up in my work.
As a kid, I used to hold my p*e — honestly, I don’t even remember why. What I do remember are the constant UTIs, bladder spasms, and trips to the urologist. Appointment after appointment, tests, discomfort, confusion… and no one ever talking about pelvic floor therapy because we didn’t know it existed.
Some of those medical experiences happened without my consent really being considered, and that sticks with a kid. Over time, it turned into medical anxiety and a body that never quite felt safe or understood. I carried chronic bladder dysfunction into my teens and early adulthood, thinking this was just something I had to live with.
I wish I could say I became a pelvic floor therapist because of that… but truthfully, this field found me later. And when it did, everything clicked.
Now I get to be the provider I wish I had — someone who explains what’s happening, asks permission, goes at your pace, and sees the whole person, not just the symptoms. For women. For kids. For the ones who’ve felt dismissed, confused, or alone in their bodies.
That younger version of me is in the room every day, helping me make sure my clients feel safe, heard, and in control of their care.
