What the hell am I doing here?

You ever catch yourself staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m., wondering “What the hell am I doing here?” You’re not alone, and honestly, that’s the best starting point. Purpose isn’t some tidy checklist you tick off—it's a messy, sweaty, confusing slog through your own bullshit. If you’re expecting a neat little definition, grab a refund; that’s not how this works.

Here’s the truth: purpose isn’t handed to you on a silver platter. It’s forged in the fires of your losses, your bad decisions, and those moments when you feel totally—utterly—broken. That’s where I come in. I guide you through the raw parts of you: the grief you shoved into a corner, the anger you dress up as “being realistic,” the fear that you’re not enough. We shine a light on those corners, you own them, and then you transform them into your north star.

Stop waiting for the universe to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Your purpose is already coded into your scars and triumphs. We’ll dig into your personal story—yes, the one you’re embarrassed to tell your smart friends—and uncover the patterns keeping you stuck. Tarot readings aren’t about predicting your lottery numbers; they’re about handing you the mirror you’ve refused to look into. Reiki sessions aren’t fluff—they’re the shock jolt your energy field needs to wake the hell up.

I won’t sugarcoat it: this path is rough. There’s crying, there’s cursing, and occasionally, you’ll question my sanity right back at me. But once you start naming your bullshit—calling that ancient wound what it is—you reclaim your power. That reclamation is your purpose in action.

By the end of our work together, you’ll stop scrolling through life’s highlights and start owning your own damn story. You’ll recognize that your purpose isn’t some lofty ideal—it’s the way you show up, scars and all, to make your messy human experience a little more honest. And trust me, that kind of authenticity changes everything.