MY STORY

From Darkness to Light: The Story Behind Reveal and Heal

For much of my life, I felt like I was searching for solid ground. As a child, I struggled with my weight, peaking at 230 pounds in middle school. Moving constantly—four different elementary schools, two middle schools, and seven houses by high school—made it impossible to feel a sense of stability. I was always the new kid, always trying to find my place. But the harshest lesson I learned was that no matter where I went, the bullying followed.

At home, things weren’t easy either. My father battled alcoholism (he is now 20+ years sober and thriving), and my mother, despite her incredible strength, carried the weight of depression and self-doubt while providing for me and my two younger siblings. Witnessing her struggles left a deep imprint on me.

By the time I reached eighth grade, my family had moved again—this time to a small town where the cliques were already set in stone. I was an outsider. The rejection, the loneliness, and the relentless bullying pushed me into a dark place. Depression wrapped around me like a vice, and at just 13 years old, I attempted to take my own life. I swallowed two full bottles of prescription pills and waited for the pain to end.

But I woke up the next morning. Miraculously, nothing happened. No sickness, no hospitalization—just a moment of divine intervention that left me furious and confused. I screamed at the universe, declaring that I was done trying. If I had to stay on this earth, I would do it alone. That day, I unknowingly locked myself into a belief system that would rule my life for the next decade: Trust no one. Never ask for help. I am on my own.

The Mask of Strength

Fast forward to college, and I had mastered the art of appearing unbreakable. My tough exterior made me seem confident, bold, even fearless. But beneath it, I was drowning. Hyper-independence masked my crippling anxiety. I threw myself into fitness, controlling my body in ways I never could as a child, but it quickly spiraled into obsession. Alcohol became my escape. Painkillers, a crutch. And when the walls cracked, I sought comfort in the wrong places.

I was sexually assaulted twice in college. Each time, the walls I had built around my heart only grew higher. I told myself: This just proves it—trust no one.

By the time I moved to Hollywood to study acting at The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, I was barely holding myself together. Sleep deprivation, anxiety, and an eating disorder consumed me. I was living on a friend’s couch, relying on dwindling savings, and running on sheer willpower. I had fainting spells, breakdowns, panic attacks so intense I couldn’t breathe. When my relationship ended, the last thread holding me together snapped.

I caved. I went home, admitted defeat, and was quickly prescribed 80mg of Prozac. It silenced my pain—but it also silenced me. I became numb.

The Turning Point

I moved back to LA, scraping by, determined to chase my dreams. I lived in a transient, hostel-style house with 20+ other people, desperate to make something of myself. I landed small acting gigs, but I was lost.

Then, everything changed.

While working at a beauty store, I met Jourdan Rystrom. She was radiant, magnetic—she spoke to me as if she already knew my soul. She asked me questions no one had ever asked before: What’s your astrology sign? Your numerology number? Have you ever tried hypnotherapy?

I hadn’t. But when she invited me to a session, something inside me whispered, Say yes.

That session changed my life.

Jourdan asked me, On a scale of 1-10, how ready are you to heal? Without hesitation, I said, 12. She asked why.

Through tears, I told her, I feel like a gas lantern whose flame has been put out. I know there’s fuel left, but I can’t relight it myself. I need help.

And for the first time in my life, help found me.

The Birth of Reveal and Heal

That hypnotherapy session reignited something inside me. My inner voice—once so cruel, so relentless—finally quieted. I could breathe again.

From there, I dove headfirst into healing. I explored Reiki, Emotional Frequency Tapping (EFT), hypnosis, somatic therapy, journaling, and trauma release work. I devoured knowledge, surrendering to the process of transformation.

A pivotal moment came when I attended The Forum through Landmark. I walked away questioning everything I had believed about myself. Was I truly depressed? Or had I just been playing the role of someone who was depressed?

That was the moment I reclaimed my power.

At 24, I knew I had to share what had saved me. I became a Trauma-Informed Hypnotherapist, Level 3 Reiki Practitioner (with 300+ practicum hours), and EFT practitioner. I originally named my business The Naked Truth—because I knew the power of stripping down to your raw, authentic self. But then, I had a deeper realization:

True authenticity lies in the shadows.

To heal, we must reveal what has been buried. We must face the darkness to reclaim our light. And so, Reveal and Heal—or RAH—was born.

Why I Do This Work

I help people talk about their past like they’re telling me what they had for breakfast—without fear, without shame, without weight.

I help people feel in order to heal.

I help those who are ready to stop merely surviving and start truly living.

I specialize in working with individuals struggling with severe anxiety and dissociation—those who feel lost, disconnected, stuck in the same cycles. I know that pain. I lived it. But I also know the way out.

With Reiki, Hypnotherapy, and EFT, I guide my clients to calm their minds, regulate their nervous systems, and break free from the shadows that hold them back.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, healing is an act of rebirth.

If you are ready—truly ready—to uncover your most authentic self, I invite you to take this journey with me.

Because your light is still there. It always has been. You just have to be willing to reveal it.