I’m So Happy
you’re here!
My name is Heather, I was born and raised in Utah, where I now live with my son. Being his Mama is my life’s greatest joy! He’s brought a rainbow kaleidoscope view into my world and has taught me in ways I never knew were possible. Our life is full of dancing, dreaming, laughing, reading, gaming, creating, and growing. As a kid I spent most of my time daydreaming in nature, figure skating, making art and immersing myself in music. Despite this, I spent even more of my time riddled with anxiety.
The nervous stomach and racing thoughts crept in at a young age and stuck with me into my teenage years. Depression joined my fun little club around 14, about the same time I stepped away from figure skating after 10 years in the sport. It was always obvious to me that my brain operated differently so I naturally developed coping skills to get by. I kept my mind as quiet as possible and masked my emotions to adapt to different environments.
Turning pointS
As a 17-year-old, during one of my lowest moments, I had a spiritual experience that I believe altered the course of my life. It was a quiet and unassuming merging of heaven and earth that became my flicker of hope. Of course, my internal suffering didn’t magically disappear after that and I would continue to struggle with my mental health into adulthood. But that moment would become a lighthouse in the distance for me on particularly dark nights. I went on to get married at the age at the really mature age of 20 and found myself entangled in a relationship far from the one I had always imagined for myself. I’m stubborn and I was determined to make it work, but continued to lose more and more of myself over the years.
My son’s birth in 2017 sparked a gradual and profound remembering of my Self and my purpose. The shedding of who I had become for other people began, although it took some time. Post-partum difficulties only worsened the already soul-sucking reality I found myself in. It became clear that I needed to find a way to weather the storm. I knew above all else that my son didn’t deserve to have a mother who was pretending to be happy and fulfilled. I owed it to myself and to all of the women, before and after me, to find a way home. The territory was uncharted and there was hardly any light, but I began to love myself out of the dark, little by little. It was nearly impossible for me to catch my breath though, I was hit with wave after wave as I navigated my way to freedom. I didn’t start to have hope again until I began working with a breathwork coach in 2021. At the time, I was treading water in the choppy ocean of divorce. Desperately seeking relief from the mental and emotional drowning I had been experiencing for most of my life.
WE'RE ALL JUST WALKING EACH OTHER HOME
WE'RE ALL JUST WALKING EACH OTHER HOME
Breathwork has given me the power to not just survive life’s storms, but to face them head on with strength. I’ve learned to truly cherish my life and realize that every breath that we experience is a blessing. It’s continued to serve me in recent years as I continued to clean up the wreckage from my old life, navigate single parenthood, start businesses and grapple with an ADHD diagnosis.
During that moment as a teenager, I asked why I was meant to be alive if I had such a hard time existing. The simple answer I received is that I would come across people throughout my life that have asked themselves the same question.
I’m here to walk with you in your heartache and grief, wherever it may be coming from. I know the heavy emotions that come with financial hardship, addiction, job loss, abuse, mental health challenges, loss of community, death of loved ones and unhealthy relationships. I hope you’ll take a leap into self-love and allow more joy into your life…could it really hurt?
“Hummingbirds teach us to transcend time, to recognize that what has happened in the past and what might happen in the future is not nearly as important as what we are experiencing now. It teaches us to hover in the moment, to appreciate its sweetness.”