Before:
I started my career as a nurse inside a system that never truly felt like mine. I cared deeply about keeping people from getting sick, yet every shift felt like I was stuck chasing symptoms instead of helping people understand how to care for themselves. I had the heart of an educator, but no room to teach. I watched children in oncology being offered white bread and Jello while their bodies were fighting for life. I felt the disconnect in my bones, but at the time I didn’t yet have the language for it.
I worked nights for the money. I ignored my own body. I kept thinking the next degree or the next credential would finally make it feel aligned… but everything I found only pushed more policy, more boxes, more pressure to override intuition. I didn’t feel like myself.
Crisis:
The unraveling wasn’t loud or dramatic. It happened slowly, little pieces at a time. My energy was crashing. My body was talking louder than ever. I was mothering my first child while caregiving for aging parents, trying to survive grad school, and forcing myself to stay inside a system that was breaking my spirit.
I was learning nutrition and holistic care in school, yet I was watching the medical system ignore every ounce of it. I was helping others heal while I was barely holding myself together. That mismatch grew into a quiet ache that eventually became impossible to ignore.
Chase:
I kept trying to make it work. I chased degrees, certifications, and new roles. I chased feeling aligned. I chased the idea that maybe I could find a place inside the system that honored the whole person.
But every time I reached for it, it slipped through my fingers.
Because what I wanted wasn’t inside that structure. I wanted autonomy. I wanted sovereignty. I wanted to guide women in a way that honored their intuition, their lineage, and their body’s wisdom. And the system wasn’t built for that.
Conflict:
My biggest conflict wasn’t with the system. It was inside me.
There was the part of me that wanted stability, approval, predictability. The “good nurse” who followed rules. The woman who wanted to be seen as responsible and safe.
And then there was the deeper part of me - the wild, wise woman who knew there was another way. The one who cared about nourishment, seasons, cycles, plants, mothers, and the whole ecosystem of a woman’s life.
These two parts wrestled as I continued working hospital shifts while studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, raising a child, holding my family together, and trying to honor my own body.
Everything came to a head when I became pregnant with my second baby.
Breakthrough:
My wild pregnancy cracked me open in a way nothing else had.
I slowed down. I listened to my body. I trusted my design. And when my daughter was born at home - with only my husband and me there - something ancient woke up inside me.
That birth showed me exactly what I had been chasing: the truth that women are powerful beyond measure when we trust ourselves. And not just in birth… in everything.
It was the moment I knew I would never again hand over my authority to a system that didn’t honor the women it claimed to serve. It was the moment I decided to build something sacred and sovereign and deeply aligned with everything I believe.
After:
That was the seed of Sovereign Support.
Today, I guide women through their sacred cycles - menstruation, fertility, pregnancy, postpartum, motherhood and beyond - within a community model that reflects exactly what I once needed.
I help women return home to themselves, to their intuition, to their inner authority. I teach what I was never allowed to teach as a nurse. I support women in ways that would have gotten me written up inside the system.
My work is my reclamation. My service is the medicine I grew from the parts of myself I refused to abandon.