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Personal Childhood And Past Trauma Stories
Taken Advantage of At Age Seventeen
I started hanging out — as friends — with these two skater guys from school. I was currently avoiding the punk rock scene because of the last few relationships. One of the skater guys started to flirt with me, and I had known him for a few years. He was cute and funny, so sure, why not flirt back?
If I Could Just Get To 1K On TikTok
I want to go live on TikTok and take people on past life journeys, clean and balance chakras, help with headaches and back pain, or whatever else comes up in the moment. No one really knows who I am yet, at least not on TikTok.
The Trauma Bond That Is "Twin Flame" Bullshit
But I’m still blinded by the bullshit of “twin flames.” I tell myself his “karmic” (the woman I thought he had finally divorced) must’ve gotten in his head. That he’s scared. Still healing his inner child wounds. I convince myself this is part of the journey.
My Sister No Longer Hates Me
I'm on the phone with my sister who is seven years older then me. I'm really enjoying the conversation and thinking about how nice it is that she and I can have this good of a conversation for as long as we are.
Manic With The Australian
I was going through what felt like my 80th Tower moment in one year. Everything in my life was burning, crumbling, resetting.
Then my spiritual eyes opened—and the world went paper-thin and gray.
My Dad Went To Prison When I Was In Eighth Grade
As I’m getting on the school bus for D.C., my history teacher pulls me aside, holding a newspaper. My dad’s face is on the front page.
The Fall of My Old Marriage
And my husband? He’s passing out mid-conversation. He’s leaving the front door open on a busy street. He’s sneaking out in the middle of the night.
I don’t feel safe. Not for me. Not for my babies.
He finally goes to rehab. While he’s in treatment, I find out something that breaks the rest of me
Kate And I Start Building Our Healing Practice
Together, we started to do what I’d only dreamed of before: Healing the timelines. Not just the past, but the present.
We explored oversoul theory. We cleaned up dimensions. Pocket realms. Spiritual garbage piles in between the worlds. Things that didn’t even have names yet.
The Beginning of Me And Ben
I remembered this cute guy who had booked a session with me about a month earlier. At the end of the session, he said: “That was nice… we should do that again sometime.” Which is totally date language.
Beginning of My TikTok Journey
Anyone who commented something like "I'm new here" or "what are we doing?" I would respond "start at the fear cord series and move up". I had created a Jacob's ladder of healing and exploration.
Ladies, Gentlemen, And They/Them's, I Present To You: My Step Dad
He’s red-faced, fuming. He points at the swim bag. “How the hell are you doing your homework if your backpack’s right HERE?!”
I start to explain — “That’s not my—”
A New Meaning To Neighborhood Watch
Behind my home, two white vans with no windows are parked 24/7. One of them leaves sometimes. The other? Always stays.
The Email That Got My Imprisoned Dad Attacked
Right after I send the email, the entire prison confiscates all inmate devices and replaces them with new tablets. A massive, expensive rollout— new hardware for everyone.
The End of The OG
I’m blocked by everyone I called family. No one even tries to contact me to see if it’s true. I’m kicked out of the private room.
I have a massive group of friends disowning me, hating me, dragging my name— no matter how good or helpful I was to them.
I’m horribly confused. Hurt. And suffering a severe loss of identity.
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