Conviction of Spirit. Pioneer of the Heart. Seeker of Truth.

For the first time, after my spiritual awakening in 2019, I met my pain, sat with it, healed it and used it to create a new life for myself.

For most of my life, I believed I wasn’t worthy of having the life I desired. I was raised Mormon, given the beliefs of dogmatic thinking and enabled to exist in a life of white supremacy and patriarchy. I was the eldest of my siblings and was established as the family black sheep or rather, scapegoat for the deeply engrained shame and guilt of what my parents couldn’t face and heal within themselves.

I had a mind of my own, with too many words and too many emotions, always at the precipice of bringing discomfort to my family. My truth rattled my family for as long as I can remember, and no matter the approach to my genuine desire to be seen and understood, I was proclaimed to being the “difficult” child. For the sake of my family keeping a safe reputation and continuously enabling the dysfunction in the home, I learned that everything I experienced as a child and how I felt deep in my heart wasn’t real. I was made to believe that my human experience was wrong.

I’m a survivor— a warrior of a life and I didn’t understand just how traumatized I was until well into my late 20’s. I was met with my shadow, pained and angry with my wounded inner-child fueled with trauma-filled memories that I couldn’t escape. This awakening engulfed me entirely and revealed to me a perception of my life I could never unsee.

After meeting myself with radical acceptance and making a choice to step into devotion to taking responsibility for my healing and re-parenting my inner child, the belief systems, the conditionings, the patterns, the behaviors, the addictions, the attachments, the dysfunctional relationships all came to an end, forcing me to rectify every experience that went unresolved.

Tough doesn’t begin to explain the unfolding of such reprogramming as every part of me was touched by a remembrance; one that my soul knew to be true, but also on the adverse, one that made absolute no logical sense to my external reality. As painful as it was to admit, I knew I was meant to experience these terrible traumas, all so I could step into my divine purpose.

My soul had awakened to a truth my body was always feeling, and with great resistance, this was the threshold where I, for the first time ever, really got to know myself. By facing the darkness that loomed over my existence and making a choice to do something differently than to forever claim victimhood, it forced me to reckon with parts of myself that were wildly rejected and neglected so I could transmute these pain points for the benefit of creating something beautiful of my life experience, something to serve and restore my inner-child and eventually, to share with the world.

I’m self-made and learned most of what I know through tragic life experiences, CSA, domestic violence and narcissistic abuse. My wisdom comes from my Spirit, my art comes from my inner-child. From one side of the spectrum to the other, I have lived to tell the tale.

This platform is a creative and incredibly vulnerable cultivation of my story, my expressions [through writing, photography, art and jewelry], and all of my healing and coaching services.

So grateful to have you here… all parts of you.

Hey wild! I’m Anahata—

Passionate. Expressive. Funny. Sensitive. Emotional. Playful. Loving. Kind. Intuitive. Storyteller. Artist. I’m a mother and constantly devoting my life to uprooting ancestral wounds and systemic oppression/patriarchy from my life and restore energy into creating spaces for my children and my inner child to explore their own consciousness and decision-making. Unlearning control and relearning surrender has been the remaking of the foundation of my life. In a more dramatic sense, I’ve died while still alive.

There’s nothing like the connection to Spirit that I now hold and I’m eternally grateful for my life, even in the darkest of moments. Feeling so afraid that death becomes a Spirit itself and breaking open to love from a Spirit of Love my soul has always known.

My awakening journey brought me back home, back into my body and back into my heart.

Ever since a child, I remember feeling a connection that went beyond the human conditioning. Regardless of the trauma and insufferable dysfunction, my heart always called me to a life much bigger, much more expansive than the one I was sold. My desire to help others exceeded my own capacity to even take care of my own problems, yet my mind would daydream of the days I could feed the homeless.

My empathy was a gift and was used as a source of power for others. My existence felt like a doormat for the pleasing of others. The detriment of the suppression of my own voice and my own autonomy manifested as sickness in my body and in my brain.

Over the course of these last 6 years, I’ve unraveled the knots that existed within me, reliving every experience that never got its closure. My years of devotion, of isolation and of extremely deep healing was the cultivation of who I stand today.

A proud mother, a humbled sister, a grateful daughter, a devoted lover, a wise woman.

For if not for the bravery, faith and radical acceptance of all of me, both shadow and light, my life would not embody such refinement, devotion and a wild trust in the universal unknowns.

The practice of healing is merely stepping into the parts of yourself that you believed were unlovable.

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