08/28/2026
I've been trying to write this blog post for days, and honestly, I think part of the problem is that I don't really know where the story begins.
I could start with the psychic I am today, the work I do with clients, the readings, the mediumship, the energy work, the hypnosis, all of it. But that wouldn't really be the beginning, would it?
Because I don't remember a time when I wasn't experiencing this.
I was so little when it started that I didn't even know there was anything unusual about it.
My mother was only nineteen when she had me, and my aunts were teenagers themselves. They were a huge part of my upbringing, and they had lost their mother far too young. My grandmother had died when I was about two years old, but somehow, in my little world, she never really felt gone.
I remember being no more than three years old, riding around on city buses with my aunts. They would have me look up at the sky and sing nursery rhymes to Grandma. I would sing, because of course I would. I was a little kid and this was what the adults around me were asking me to do.
But what I remember so clearly now is the thought I would have while they were telling me to look up.
She's not up there.
She's right here.
I could see her next to them. Smiling, clapping and even singing along with me.
I didn't understand why everyone was acting like she was somewhere far away when, to me, she was sitting right there.
My grandmother was as much of a fixture in my childhood as any living grandparent could have been. She came to me in dreams. I knew her scent. I knew her laugh. I knew her personality. I knew the way she loved me.
She felt like home.
She felt safe.
She felt familiar.
And that is probably one of the strangest things about growing up with an awareness of spirit. Death didn't feel like the complete disappearance of someone. At least not to me. I understood, in the way a child understands things without having the vocabulary to explain them, that someone could be gone from the physical world and still very much be present.
As I got older, I became a little more comfortable talking about the things I could see.
Although, I didn't call them psychic abilities.
I called them imaginary friends.
One of my favorite "imaginary friends" was a girl named Ruth.
Ruth had wild red curly hair, pale skin and these long, lanky legs. She was part of a circus and traveled with her parents. I knew all sorts of things about her. I knew what she looked like, I knew her story, and I knew her as naturally as I knew anyone else in my life.
Looking back, I know Ruth was a spirit.
She wasn't imaginary.
My aunt and uncle were artists by nature, and rather than shutting me down or telling me I was making things up, they entertained me. They actually drew Ruth for me. They helped bring some of the stories I was creating around her to life.
I could probably write an entire book about the things I experienced as a child.
Actually, I am. But it includes a hell of a lot more than just my childhood. That was simply the beginning.
Because the truth is, seeing beyond the veil was never something I consciously chose.
It chose me.
And I've spent a pretty good portion of my life trying to figure out how to live with that.
There were times I wanted nothing to do with it. There were times I tried desperately to repress it, shove it into a little box and go about my very normal human life. There were other times when I became fascinated by it and wanted to see how far I could go with it.
I've expanded it. I've questioned it. I've pushed it away. I've embraced it.
And eventually, I realized that I didn't need to choose between being completely consumed by it or pretending it didn't exist.
I needed boundaries.
I needed discernment.
I needed to learn when to open myself and when to close myself.
I needed to learn how to be a human being living a very ordinary life while also experiencing a world that most people don't see.
That has been one of the biggest lessons of my life.
And it's also why I think there is an important distinction when I talk about how I became the person who does this work today.
I wasn't trained to be psychic.
No one taught me how to see spirits.
No one gave me a certification that taught me how to feel another person's energy or receive information that I couldn't possibly have known.
That part came with me.
The gift came first.
The tools came later.
Read the full blog post on my website below......
I've been trying to write this blog post for days, and honestly, I think part of the problem is that I don't really know where the story begins.
