My story
Five years ago I was earning six figures as a UX designer. Then I burned out. My relationship fell apart, I sank into debt, I sank into myself. In the middle of all that, I started studying craniosacral therapy.
Not because I wanted to be a therapist. But because I needed to survive.
Three years of professional training with the Swiss-based International Institute for Craniosacral Balancing® — the strictest standard of education in the field. Anatomy, embryology, physiology, working with trauma. This is not a weekend course.
Hundreds of hours of practice. And I'm still learning.
I don't call myself a pro. I call myself someone who knows what it's like to lie on the floor — and who learned to be with another person in what hurts. No advice. No solutions. Just hands and presence.
If you're looking for someone who'll claim they have it all figured out — that's not me.
If you're looking for someone who'll simply be there with you — come.

