Hey there,

I'm Missy

I’m genuinely so excited you’re here.

You didn’t just land on this page by chance. Whether you were guided by curiosity, intuition, or a late-night scroll—you were meant to find this space.

This is a safe corner of the universe where healing, growth, and a little spiritual magic come together—and I’m so honored to welcome you in.

But I’ll be real with you—I wasn’t always this confident, grounded, or spiritually aligned. In fact, for a long time, I felt like life was happening to me, not for me.

Now, let me tell you something personal.

My journey didn’t begin in peace, love, and light.

It began in trauma, pain, and terror.

My childhood was survival mode—day in and day out.

I learned early how to read the room, how to silence myself, and how to disappear just enough to avoid the next outburst.

I didn't grow up learning how to love myself—I grew up learning how to protect myself.

By the time I hit my teenage years, I was carrying wounds that weren’t mine.

I felt broken, misunderstood, and like I had to hold everything together for everyone else.

There was no guidebook, no support, and certainly no space to cry it out or feel safe in my body.

Therapy? Been there.

Medication? Tried that too.

And while those things gave me temporary relief, they never really helped me know myself.

I still felt like I was running in circles—same triggers, same cycles, same heartbreak.

I was surviving, not living.

But underneath all the chaos, I had something most people couldn’t see—

A quiet inner knowing.

A sensitivity that felt like a curse back then, but would later reveal itself as a divine gift.

Fast forward to my adult life, and I found myself stuck in cycles I didn’t choose. Toxic relationships. People-pleasing. Self-doubt so loud it kept me small.

I was spiritually gifted but emotionally worn down.

I was intuitive, but had no boundaries.

I spent years trying to be everything for everyone else—and completely lost who I was in the process.

Until the moment I couldn't do it anymore.

Something inside me cracked wide open.

Not in a glamorous, movie-scene kind of way—

But in a quiet, soul-shaking realization that I was meant for more than just surviving.

I began healing.

Not overnight. Not perfectly.

But piece by piece, I started coming back to myself.

I reclaimed my power.

I set boundaries (and kept them).

I listened to my intuition—and stopped asking for permission to follow it.

I embraced my gifts instead of hiding them.

And I made a promise: I would never let anyone else write my story again.

Now?

I help others do the same.

Not from a pedestal.

Not with perfection.

But with lived experience, deep compassion, and spiritual fire.

Because here's the truth:

You are not broken.

You are not too late.

And you are not alone.

And if any part of my story feels like yours…

Just know: you’re already on your way.

This space was built for people like us—

The sensitive, the strong, the ones who’ve walked through hell and came out holding healing in their hands.

And I cannot wait to see what you do with it.

Welcome to a new chapter my friend.

Let’s begin.


Big Love, XO