You miss her—the YOU you needed to put on the back burner.

Oh, I know how it eats away at you, haunts you even.

Your entire life, you've been rejecting the core of who you are. Silencing your deepest desires, demonizing your weirdness, and suppressing your soul. You’re on this page because you teeter on the edge of change, feeling that primal urge to break free. I know what you are feeling right now. I fucking do.

From the outside, it looks like you got it all sorted. Inside you, however, is a different matter. That soul of yours, if it's a mf stubborn one, it’s not gonna stop nudging just like that. It will feel like it’s stalking you, and it is. It will keep at it and throw you into storms if need be until you find your inner truth.

I am here to tell you that all that mess you’re feeling inside - that’s the EXACT magic you will use to turn yourself into this raw, untamed version of YOU.

The YOU in untouched original coding.

The you living life on your own SOUL terms. But right now, the brain is squirting chemicals of fear so you’re convinced that this is it for you and this place is what you need to settle for.

I am not selling you some fancy dream—this is YOUR FUCKING LIFE, and you are being asked to create it from scratch. Because the one they shoved down your throat is not aligned with you. But if you continue to create from the old self, the old paradigm, the old mitochondria in your gut, and the poisons in your memory bank, life will not change. Ever. I can fill you with promises about stepping into the fullness of your being and how your soul screams for liberation, for a life where you no longer hide, where your authenticity reigns supreme, but ultimately these are things you already know. I’m here to make your soul scream louder and for your entire existence to fucking shake. It's what I do best—to prod and provoke you back into motherfuckedness—to break you open and let the true you emerge.

What I will not do, however, is hand you cups of chamomile whilst you’re pushing yourself out. I will not hold your hand, coddle your excuses, or pussyfoot around your fears. There will be times you will need to breathe like a fucking yogi, other times you need to go forth with that action regardless of the fear of death, and then other times where you sit and do fucking nothing.

Consider me your provocateur, your baddie midwife, your shadow work bitch.

My role is to guide you out of the places you’ve already been and provoke you back into your darkest, most stunning essence. It will be uncomfortable, chaotic, and demanding.

You will confront revelations that shatter your current existence, testing your commitment to evolve at every turn. It requires spirit and sanity, but the reward is unparalleled—a heightened clarity, an unshakeable connection to your forbidden self, and a power that ripples through every aspect of your life.

A one-on-one means you enter an alliance with me, a collaboration, one that will go straight for the jugular.