I’ve always been deeply sensitive to energy, spirits, and the unseen. For most of my life, it felt like I was walking around without skin — completely raw to the world — and the only place I ever truly felt at ease was alone in nature.

For the longest time, I believed there was something wrong with me. Being an extreme empath, I picked up on everything, but nobody around me seemed to notice or understand it. It wasn’t until well into my 40s that I started to make sense of my sensitivities. Looking back, I wish I’d had the tools and the path I have now. It would’ve saved me years of self-judgment and that heavy, foggy guilt I carried around — the constant feeling that I was doing something wrong, even though I couldn’t explain why.

My first real experience as a medium happened in my early 20s. The mother of my boyfriend at the time had passed away years before, but she started speaking to me, urging me to pass on messages of love to her son. One night, she actually used my body to communicate directly with him. I had no control over it, and it left me feeling scared and wide open. I didn’t know how to set boundaries with spirits or protect myself from energies that weren’t as kind as hers.

Nature became my safe place. Sports, especially whitewater kayaking, became my lifeline. I instinctively knew that water made me feel clear — like myself. But no matter how much time I spent paddling rivers and being outdoors, my connection to the other side never left. It scared me, and I didn’t know how to manage it. I was like an open house for spirits, and kayaking was my way of trying to shut the door.

When one of my close kayaking friends passed away, the connection between worlds cracked wide open again. I started having vivid dreams with him, dreams that felt more real than waking life. After that, I never kayaked alone — because I’d ask him to paddle with me, and I always felt his presence.

Whitewater kayaking was my first great love and my anchor, but by the time I hit 40, I knew I couldn’t find real peace until I walked a spiritual path. That journey started with yoga, meditation, and breathwork. From there, I found teachers, mentors, and energy healers who helped me understand what had been happening all along. During sessions, I could see what the healer was doing, hear messages, and before long, I found myself working alongside him as a psychic interpreter — which eventually led me to fully embrace my work as a psychic medium and channeler.

The most beautiful part of this journey has been finding the inner peace I spent so long searching for. Feeling at home in my own body. Feeling safe and clear in my connection to the spirit world. Knowing I get to choose who and what I connect with. Trusting my intuition, listening to my body, and knowing I’m not broken — I’m built for this.