Healing Together: A Community Invitation

I was born into a rich tapestry of life. When my dad and I moved to Harlem in 2002, it was the community—mothers, neighbors, teachers—who nurtured me, showing me how to share, begin again, and bloom.

I was sensitive and shy with strangers, a chatterbox with those I loved. School felt like another home, and my elders became like aunts and uncles. Still, I struggled to fully embrace my true Self, often feeling alone, different, and misunderstood.

Grief first touched me with the loss of my abuela. Her funeral marked my first conversation with the sky, opening a doorway to the spiritual connection that would quietly shape my life. At fourteen, I became a peer leader in reproductive health, discovering my complexity and a call to service. It was here I met my passions for learning and sharing knowledge related to our bodies, experiences, and much needed care. 

But at seventeen, when my father’s spirit transitioned from lung cancer, the foundation beneath me shifted again. Grief became a companion, one I am still learning to live alongside.

Early adulthood felt like swimming against a current—unhealthy relationships blurred my sight, friends drifted, and hope felt far away. College magnified these struggles, and while western medicine provided some support, it was ancestral veneration that offered true healing. Honoring my lineage reconnected me to something deeper than survival, it reawakened my spirit.

Traveling abroad deepened this shift. I began to see grief not only as loss, but as rebirth. Strangers became mirrors, conciousness became a shared spirit, and truths regarding how we show up for and in love became political. 

Since then, I’ve committed to learning sacred medicines that honor the many ways we connect with the Divine—through spirit, ancestors, nature, and everyday ritual—and how those connections shape the way we care for ourselves and one another. Reiki as a bridge between science and ancestral wisdom, now lives at the heart of how I support women, families, and our collective journey through healing and reimagining community.

My story carries the reality of navigating life without the full support we all deserve, and the strength it takes to rebuild it. Healing, parenting, and transforming ourselves are not paths existing alone. They are shared responsibilities—woven across generations, across roles. How will you show up? How will you help build the village we need?

As a full-spectrum doula, I meet families where they are, walking with them through birth, loss, and life’s many transitions. Rooted in both ancestral and modern wisdom, I offer care that sees, hears, and holds. Together, we birth new worlds, rooted in love.