Where It Began
2011 marked the beginning — a season of study at the Florida College of Natural Health, learning the art of healing hands. By 2012, the training was complete. But before a license was ever held, before the work could even begin, a near-fatal car accident changed the course of everything.
Road rash across the left shoulder. A broken clavicle. A fractured sternum. Broken glass embedded in flesh, leaving behind a river of scar tissue that still tells the story today. A head injury that would go on to shape far more than the body — nearly three hundred points of trauma throughout the spine, and the beginning of a mental health battle that wouldn’t fully reveal itself until years later. Seven years passed in the space between calling and beginning — years spent simply learning to live again, long before there was any thought of healing someone else.
But pain, carried long enough, becomes a teacher. What it taught was compassion. Empathy. A depth of understanding no classroom could have given — the kind that can only be learned by living through the very thing you’ll one day help someone else survive. Every hand that would go on to heal was first a hand that had to be healed.
Then came 2019, and with it, a turning point. A choice to step away from a life built on noise and into one built on stillness — one person, one room, one moment of presence at a time. A license, finally renewed. Not because it was easy, but because peace had become worth more than anything comfort could offer.
What followed was purpose taking root. Joy in the craft. Healing given, and just as often, healing received — a frozen shoulder slowly returning to motion, proof carried in the body before it was ever offered to a client’s. Every session became an act of shared understanding, not performance — because the pain in the room was never unfamiliar.
By 2020, a new chapter began — training in skincare, right as the world went still. It was a hard season to find beauty in. But it revealed something deeper: that care was never really about the hands at all. It was about holding space for another person’s fear, another person’s grief, another person’s need to simply be seen.
And then came the collapse. The kind that reaches every corner of a life — motherhood, work, identity, the light that had been carried for so many others suddenly dimmed to nothing. A full retreat from the world became necessary. Not defeat — descent, the kind that always comes before rising.
It was there, in that stripping away, that Jesus Christ was found. Not as an idea, but as salvation itself — a new way of living, a new way of seeing, a light that did not flicker or fade. The salt of the earth, finally understood — not as metaphor, but as testimony. And ever since, the bloom of that promise has continued to unfold, one season at a time.
Salt & Bloom is the fruit of that journey — the salt that purified, and the bloom that followed.
A brand new life, built for His glory, offered now as restoration to everyone destined to walk through these doors.