A million and eight different things pointed me in the direction of massage therapy.

From a young age, I knew that I would never sit at a desk for forty hours a week. While I am someone that could sleep for hours upon hours; when I am awake- I like to move. I was an athlete: soccer for 18 years, softball for 10 years, bicycling all afternoon, tree-climbing, hiking, basketball, fort-building, running. You name it- I was probably into it at some point. But it caught up with me.

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After years of constant movement, my ongoing battle with depression, and eventual onset of chronic low back pain and tendonitis in my knee, I knew something had to change.

I had been taking college courses when I realized how terribly bored I was.

And then- I remembered the one time I had felt a little better about life. For my 18th birthday my mom had bought me a massage (good call, mom!). So, I went to massage school. Massage Therapy was in my realm of interests: kinesiology, pathology, nutrition. It was then that I realized just how out of touch I had been with my body. I had not been stretching. I was not making “me” time. I was holding onto things within myself that I should have let go of years ago.

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So, there it was- Massage Therapy. I was happy again. I was in my body, instead of in the clouds. I was whole again. I was healing. I found myself using a combination of knowledge, physical bodywork and sacred space to assist my clients into understanding how they themselves held tension. And that’s what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

Like most therapists, I want to help you. But first and foremost, I want to help you help yourself. I want my clients to leave their session with some new insight to what their body needs to be healthy. I want them to leave my space feeling relaxed, rejuvenated, and ready to take on the world.