about

I didn’t arrive at astrology from a place of certainty.
I arrived because my life kept asking me to listen.

Before I ever knew what a birth chart was, I knew the feeling of being pulled toward something mystical. My grandparents would call me over whenever Walter Mercado appeared on TV — his presence electric, his words a kind of spell. In my family, intuition wasn’t something strange; it was woven into the everyday. My godmother cleared spaces with intention. My grandmother dreamed things that later came true. I grew up watching the unseen shape daily life.

I didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning of my training — witnessing how energy, intuition, and spirit could live inside a home, inside a body.

But it wasn’t until many years later, during a season when everything in my life was breaking open, that astrology found me in a way that felt like destiny.

2018 was the year my inner world cracked.
Grief, depression, anxiety, overwhelm — it all lived in my body at once. My nervous system felt like it was holding twelve lifetimes of unfinished stories. I didn’t have the language for what I was moving through. All I knew was that I was longing — longing for peace, for ease, for some sense of internal quiet.

I joined a mastermind led by a community of women who felt strangely familiar, as if we had studied magic together in another lifetime. Sitting in circle felt like remembering. One of the guest mentors read our charts, tying our personal stories to collective cycles, and something inside me clicked. Astrology wasn’t entertainment. It was a map — one that could explain what my body was holding, what my life was asking of me, and why everything hurt so much.

But the real initiation came later.

It happened the moment I learned annual profections — a timing technique that revealed the deeper purpose behind my hardest seasons. Suddenly, my pain wasn’t random. My overwhelm wasn’t weakness. My patterns weren’t failures. They were initiations. Thresholds. Teachers.

For the first time, I could see my life not as something happening to me, but something unfolding for me.

And everything changed.

Then came 2020 — a year that felt like its own kind of descent. I got COVID while living with my parents after a breakup that had cracked open older wounds. My boss at the time triggered the same patterns I thought I had already healed. My family was dealing with illness. My world felt small, claustrophobic, loud inside my body.

Isolation forced me inward. And inward, I found medicine.

I dove into astrology with the hunger of someone trying to save her own life. I returned to the body through chakra work with my first yoga teacher. I cried, processed, rested, unraveled, rebuilt. It felt like I was living inside a spiritual hospital — one where the prescriptions were breath, intuition, ritual, and chart work.

And in that space, something I’d locked away for years finally opened.

My authenticity.
My voice.
My truth.

Astrology gave me a language for the parts of myself I had compartmentalized.
Embodiment gave my nervous system room to breathe again.
And slowly, I shifted from survival mode into something steadier — a grounded self I had never met before.

There wasn’t a single moment when I decided to become an astrologer.
It happened from the inside.
A quiet activation.
A knowing that this path wasn’t optional — it was who I already was.

Today, this work is my offering to anyone who finds themselves in the in-between:
the transition seasons, the identity shifts, the breakups, the career changes, the Saturn returns, the moments when everything feels too loud and too much.

I read charts not just to describe who you are, but to help you understand the timing of your life… the deeper purpose behind your pain… the potential that’s waiting underneath the overwhelm.

My work is soft but direct — the kind of guidance that helps you feel seen, grounded, validated, and clear about what comes next. It’s astrology that lives in the body, in the breath, in the nervous system. Astrology that returns you to yourself.

My gift — the one I’m here to offer the collective — is the gift I once needed:

Deep knowing.
Soul-level understanding.
A path back to your own inner compass.

If you’re standing at a threshold in your life, unsure of what’s ending or what’s trying to begin…
If you feel the ache of a chapter you can’t yet name…
If you’re ready to understand the story your soul is writing —

I’m here.
And we’ll navigate it together, one cosmic cycle at a time.