Mine is messy, magical, complicated, and full of plot twists I never expected. 

 I'm willing to bet if you've landed here...yours is beautifully complex and nuanced, too.

My story is one that too many women carry

The ones taught to believe our value comes from perfection, from being the good girl, the achiever, the one who holds it all together while secretly falling apart inside.

I grew up in an atmosphere of addiction, divorce, religious indoctrination, sexual repression, and childhood sexual abuse.

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controlling, achieving, performing, and doing anything to avoid the ache of my own feelings.

For years, survival looked like overworking, overexercising, people-pleasing, caffeine highs, digestion in knots, chasing validation through sex, partying until dawn, chronic insomnia, and an eating disorder that nearly took my life in 2012.

On the outside, I looked like I was thriving. On the inside, I was screaming for help.

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I pressed pause on my career as a professionalopera singer and followed the whispers of my soul. It led me to a women’s retreat in 2017, where I experienced breathwork for the first time.

That single session cracked me open.

I began to release years of rage, grief, and shame...it was like finally exhaling after a lifetime of holding my breath.

That moment began my descent into the body, into the mysteries of somatic healing, sacred sexuality, Divine Feminine wisdom, and the ancient thread between womb and voice. 

I started sharing my journey of coming home to my body and began facilitating healing work with women across the world. 

Since then, I’ve held space for hundreds of clients in healing sessions, retreats, online courses, and in person events. In 2022, I birthed my own facilitator training, weaving somatic trauma resolution with breathwork after seeing a lack of trauma-informed care in the rising popularity of breathwork & plant medicine spaces post-pandemic.

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A husband, sold out classes, and a 6-figure healing business...next step buy a house and start a family, right?

But the feminine teaches us that when it is time to transform, life will tear down what no longer serves.

In 2023, my 15-year relationship and marriage to my best friend ended abruptly. The foundation I’d built my life upon shattered, and I died a thousand deaths that year. 

And yet, in the wreckage, I entered the most transformational initiation of my life…the death of who I thought I was, and the rebirth of who I came here to be.

I believe that when everything falls apart, we’re given a choice.Resist the unraveling.

Or surrender to it, and let life remake us. I chose surrender.

That choice carried me on a two-year nomadic pilgrimage through heartbreak and rebirth, my “Eat Pray Love, but priestess-coded” era.

I dove into plant medicine, conscious k/nk, polarity work, confessional writing, rose medicine, divine feminine archetypes, and saucy international love affairs.

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…about healing from heartbreak and spoke openly about my sexual trauma recovery.  Over time, I started to realize this was the real reason people came to me for healing, even if they didn’t know it themselves. 

Not the polished version. Not the performance. But the raw truth of feminine reclamation.

Because underneath the weight gain, the chronic pain and illness, anxiety, depression, money struggles, and intimacy challenges so many women face…lies sexual trauma. 

Unresolved, unspoken, unfelt, and packaged in deep shame and unworthiness. 

Trauma that yoga, meditation, or even therapy alone often cannot reach.

This is the work I’ve devoted my life to...holding sacred, sensual, soul-deep spaces where women and femmes can finally breathe again.

Where they can descend into their wombs, reclaim their voices, shed the shame of centuries, and remember that they were never broken, only waiting to bloom.

Our Stories May Shape Us, but they do NOT define us. <3

xx Lydia

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