Meet the Heart Behind the Healing

The Wilderness That Became My Ministry

“I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”

— Galatians 2:20

The Beginning of My Journey

At just thirteen years old, I received a diagnosis that would shape the course of my life: severe endometriosis. It wasn’t entirely shocking—my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and aunts had all walked this path before me. From that moment, my life became a cycle of pain, surgeries, and unanswered questions.

By my teens, I was already undergoing regular laparoscopic surgeries just to manage the fast-growing condition. Doctors offered little guidance. Every visit felt like a loop I could not escape: new prescriptions, more surgeries, more questions, but almost no answers.

Now in my twenties, I had endured over 20 laparoscopic surgeries, 7 emergency operations for ruptured ovarian cysts, and 2 C-sections. One surgery nearly cost me my life. I bled internally for seven days, dismissed by my doctor as “normal,” even implied it was all in my head. But I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t until a nurse friend insisted on urgent tests that the truth came to light: I was bleeding internally and needed immediate surgery.

A Moment of Terror

During that operation, I experienced something terrifying. I woke up on the operating table—mid-procedure. Pain unlike anything I had ever known seared through me. I screamed:
“Help me! Help me!” before blacking out again.

When I finally awoke in my hospital room, I learned I had lost over two units of blood and required a transfusion. That moment left me shaken, questioning not just the care I had been receiving but the fragility of life itself.

Loss, Grief & Medical Complexity

At 26, my endometriosis worsened and I faced a devastating decision: a partial hysterectomy. I was grateful to have two beautiful children, both born prematurely and with their own health challenges, but the dream of a large family vanished in an instance. As a mother, I made the sacrifice to survive—for them, and for myself—but the emotional toll was as heavy as the physical one.

By my thirties, I had accumulated multiple diagnoses—PCOS, ADHD, GERD, Celiac Disease—and then two rare and serious conditions: Pectus Excavatum and SMA Syndrome. By that point, I had seen over 20 specialists, but none could explain why my body wasn’t functioning or why I felt so off balance. Western medicine offered little more than pills and reassurance that “my labs looked fine.” Like many, I believed this was the only way to manage health.

The Breaking Point

Then came SMA Syndrome—a condition so serious that I was told I needed major surgery, a small bowel resection, to survive. For the first time in decades of struggle, I had hope that this could finally fix me. The surgery went well, and I began my recovery.

A few weeks later, while enjoying a walk outdoors with my boyfriend, I became lightheaded. That moment changed everything. At 36, I suffered a massive stroke on the mountain. Initially, it was misdiagnosed as a heat stroke, but soon I realized the severity. I developed retrograde amnesia, losing over a decade of memories: I didn’t recognize my boyfriend, forgot the ages of my children, and struggled to piece together even basic aspects of my life.

Rebuilding from Nothing

Two and a half years of ongoing health battles, misdiagnoses, and uncertainty later, I realized: I could no longer surrender my body entirely to the medical system. I had endured too much—trauma, surgeries, lost dreams. I had to take control.

I immersed myself in learning how to truly care for my body—through spirituality, nutrition, holistic healing, and a deep commitment to understanding what I truly needed.

The next three years were spent rebuilding myself from the ground up—without a foundation, a map, or a guide. The fear of leaving my children without a mother ignited a determination in me that I had never known. I became my own experiment, exploring every form of healing I could find to understand what worked for me.

The Turning Point (Spiritual Awakening)

One night, overwhelmed and afraid, I felt a profound realization: no one was coming to save me—I had to save myself. At that moment, a peace and stillness came over me, a feeling I know now was the Holy Spirit. In that instant, I felt empowered in a way I hadn’t in years. My mission became clear: to save myself, and eventually, to help others do the same.

From Survivor to Guide

Today, I continue to walk this path with strength, clarity, and purpose. The challenges I faced—the wilderness I walked through—have become my ministry. I share my story to show that there is another way: a life filled with joy, peace, and true freedom. You can build a life of purpose, love and vitality—a life you never have to escape from. But my story does not end with me. Through Primal Roots Integrative Wellness, I now guide others to reclaim their health, find balance, and step into their own power. I help people navigate the complexities of their bodies, overcome trauma, and embrace wellness in a way that feels authentic and sustainable.

Primal Roots Integrative Wellness was born from this wilderness—not as a business, but as a ministry. A sacred space for those ready to return—to God, to truth, to their body, to the person they were created to be before the world told them otherwise.

Here, we don’t fix what’s broken—because you are not broken. We explore the internal belief systems that keep you bound. We hold space for the nervous system and the soul. We nourish the body with compassion, not control. And we walk every step together—anchored in faith, wrapped in grace, and led by the Spirit.

Reclaiming Power

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you call it fate.”
— Carl Jung

My story is one of survival—but more than that, it is about reclaiming agency over my body, my health, and my life. And my hope is that, by sharing it, others will feel inspired to take the first step on their own journey toward holistic wellness.

My Mission

My mission is to be a safe place for the weary — a guide for those who, like me, have known what it feels like to disappear inside of your own life.

I come not as someone with all the answers, but as someone who has walked the long road of self-abandonment, unworthiness, and chronic illness since childhood. I know what it’s like to lose yourself trying to be everything for everyone. To shrink in order to belong. To perform for love. To stay silent to survive. And I know the toll it takes — on the body, on the spirit, and on the truth of who you really are.

I’ve lived it.
And by the grace of God, I’ve also risen from it.

My mission is to walk alongside you as you reclaim your authority — not as the world defines it, but as Heaven designed it.
To remind you that there is another way.
You don’t have to keep living in performance. You don’t have to keep disappearing to stay safe. You don’t have to keep calling chaos normal.

There is a life of peace, presence, and holy freedom waiting for you.
One where you are no longer at war with yourself.
One where you don’t just survive — you become.

This is the invitation.
To return to the truth.
To live whole, not hidden.
To walk in sovereignty — with God, in grace, and fully awake.