Life isn’t aesthetic. Live it anyway.
🖤 The journal that helps you process the process.
For the messy notes, the loud thoughts, the 2AM breakthroughs.
🌀 The Changing Bodi is a free 5-day self-discovery course to help you move through pain, process life’s big shifts, and make peace with what’s next.
Like yoga, but off the mat. Maybe therapy? But without the couch—or the therapist.
“I’m just a yoga teacher, y’all :)”
🖤 A weekly space to drop the act, shake off the noise & sit with what’s real 🖤
Different ways to unravel, rebuild, and move through what’s real.
Your spirit needs a backbone, not just good vibes.
Writing is how you get there—how you name the stuckness, process the weight, and carve out clarity.
Meditation isn’t just “love & light.” It’s sitting with yourself when every part of you wants to run.
It’s proof you’re still here, still breathing. Sometimes it’s not “just be still.“ Sometimes it’s “Get up. You made it this far.”
IBeing fully in your body in a world that profits off your disconnection? That’s rebellion. Movement is a weapon and a refuge—a way back to yourself.
Self-discovery isn’t a solo trip. We build, we break, we rise together—call it a coven, a crew, a collective, but healing belongs to all of us.
About me
I write through the thick of it—especially the bullsh*t.
I usually come out the other side like I meant to be there all along, but it’s usually not picture-perfect or how I imagined it.
My life feels a lot like breaking in a gotta-have pair of boots.
At first, they pinch and rub. And they never feel like mine.
Then, through the mess of it all—hiccuping through emotions, tripping over life, and trying to make sense of it, you end up loving the boots.
Maybe that’s the point—life isn’t about getting it right, just breaking it in until it fits.
Maybe the journey isn’t even about the boots.
Maybe it’s about learning to walk through the mess anyway.
They’ve lived your life.
They’re your story now, scuffed and broken-in in all the right ways until they’re not!
Until they suck. Until you start really complaining about them.
And then? It all starts again.
You patch up that now mediocre boot as best as you can and mentally make room for the next pair of new boots.
🖤👽 In loving memory of all the boots that shaped me into a woman I love (with a bunion).
They weren’t always easy to walk in, but damn, they taught me how to keep going.
— Dust Tracks on a Road (1942)
This free printable self-reflection journal isn’t about “fixing” yourself—it’s about getting real with yourself.
Think of it like an old friend—the one who sees through your “I’m fine” and reminds you who you are beneath the overthinking, second-guessing, and ‘what ifs.’
Take a deep breath. Shake out the nerves. You belong here.
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A collection of notes on pain/ healing/transformation.
Write with me
Ever feel like you’re stuck between versions of yourself? Like something’s shifting, but you don’t have the words for it yet? You’re showing up, you’re trying, but something still feels blocked—like you’re waiting on a green light that won’t come.
That’s exactly why Road Opener exists—to help you break up the mental gridlock, clear the path, and make space for what’s next.
It’s a digital journal that just gets it.
No fluff, no pressure—just a place to write your way through the in-between.
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