08/13/2026
If a stranger found my phone and asked who was this woman?
She was a woman who refused to let life harden her.
She had lived through good days, bad days, confusing days, and days that tested everything she thought she knew. But somehow, she kept looking for meaning in it all.
She believed there was more to healing than simply treating symptoms. More to wellness than appearances. More to life than surviving the day.
She was deeply drawn to healing, spirituality, intuition, gratitude, manifestation, energy, and the idea that people can transform when they finally feel safe enough to be seen.
She wanted to create that feeling for other people.
She built Natural Healing Tabernacle not simply as a business, but as a place where someone could walk through the door carrying something heavy and feel, even for a little while, that they didn't have to carry it alone.
She cared about the person who was exhausted from pretending they were okay.
The woman who had been told she was too sensitive.
The person working in a toxic environment who had forgotten what peace felt like.
The person grieving.
The person questioning their path.
The person who didn't have the money for an expensive spa or wellness experience but still deserved to take care of themselves.
She believed wellness shouldn't be reserved for people who could afford luxury.
And she had a strong entrepreneurial spirit. She dreamed about building something bigger—a family-run business, a place that could grow, serve the community, and leave something meaningful behind.
She also wasn't afraid to talk about the messy parts of being human.
Boundaries. People pleasing. Ego. Burnout. Toxic relationships. Feeling stuck. Self-worth. Shadow work. Starting over.
Because she understood that healing isn't always pretty.
Sometimes healing looks like finally saying enough.
Sometimes it looks like walking away.
Sometimes it looks like forgiving yourself.
And sometimes it simply looks like getting up tomorrow and trying again.
She was a woman who wanted people to know:
“I see you.”
Not the polished version.
Not the version everyone else expects.
You.
And perhaps the most telling thing about her is that even after everything life had shown her, she still chose hope.
She still believed in new beginnings.
She still believed people could heal.
She still believed there was magic in ordinary moments.
She still believed her story wasn't finished.
If a stranger found her phone, I wouldn't tell them she was perfect.
I'd tell them she was real, resilient, compassionate, spiritual, stubborn, creative, sometimes overwhelmed, deeply caring, and still becoming.
And I'd tell them this:
She spent a lot of her life trying to help other people remember their worth.
Maybe she was still learning to remember hers, too. ❤️
