It all started when I realized “IBS” wasn’t an actual answer.
It was just a label for everything they couldn’t explain.
No, I wasn’t depressed.
No, my diarrhea wasn’t “just stress.”
And no—I wasn’t about to settle for a life of skipped social events, food fear, and bathroom mapping in my 20s.
So I dug deeper. I found real answers. I healed my gut. And eventually, I became a Functional Diagnostic Nutrition Practitioner so I could help other women skip the years of frustration and finally get to the root.
Morning prayer time, cuddles and breakfast with my daughter, mineral cocktails, healthy meals, movement, and JOY!
With my nose in a nerdy book or a good spy novel. Cooking dinner with my amazing husband. Playing with my daughter and planting in our backyard garden.
Watching women go from confused to confident. A freshly baked loaf of sourdough with salty butter. Watching the world through my daughter's eyes and getting to relive childhood memories with her.
Truth in love. Grace over guilt. That the right thing at the wrong time is still the wrong thing. And that real healing starts when you decide to take action.
I didn’t want to settle for barely functioning. I wanted to eat without fear, stop mapping bathrooms everywhere I went, and show up fully for the life God had given me. After years of trial, prayer, and real answers through functional medicine, everything changed.
Now, I help other women uncover what’s actually going on in their bodies, so they can finally feel better—without shame, confusion, or bandaid solutions. My role? To walk alongside you with clarity, compassion, and a plan that honors the body God designed.
I believe God created our bodies with the wisdom to restore—but it needs support, not guesswork.
For years, I felt dismissed, discouraged, and frankly, a little crazy. My symptoms were brushed off as “normal” for a fresh college grad navigating adult life for the first time, and my lab work told me nothing helpful—except that I was apparently fine. (I wasn’t.) My job suffered, my relationships suffered, and I lost both friendships and confidence. But through it all, God kept reminding me: our bodies were designed to heal.
A Few of
My Favorite Things
Green Salsa. Random, I know. But i could (and have been known to) eat it with a spoon.
my happy place!
The Mountains! My husband and I both love a good mountain getaway. Bonus if there is a big lake near by.
Slow mornings. I am definitely not the one to pop out of bed quickly. I like to ease into my day with my journal, bible, and nice cup of coffee.
My Favorite Things
Sunshine. Wayfarers kickstarter semiotics, quinoa godard dreamcatcher hexagon pop-up hoodie.
Ice cream. Microdosing gochujang keffiyeh salvia. Hoodie knausgaard art party.
my guilty pleasure
Photos! Hashtag fashion axe palo santo fanny pack, ramps cornhole messenger bag asymmetrical.
listening:
CRAVING:
READING:
DRINKING:
Friends...always.
watching:
Currently
Electrolytes or Spindrift
Super Gut
Mexican Food
Worship, Country, or Relatable Podcast
coffee
AUDIBLE
EARLY BIRD
TOPSheet
CAKE
POPPI
TOO HOT
TEA
REAL BOOK
night owl
no topsheet
BROWNIE
OLIPOP
TOO COLD
Where I stand on the super important stuff... Agree / disagree?
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If you’ve made it this far and found yourself nodding along… we probably did. Whether you’re deep in the struggle or just starting to connect the dots, I’d be honored to walk alongside you. My approach is faith-filled, lab-informed, and built for moms who are ready to take action—with grace, not perfection. Let’s figure out what your body’s been trying to tell you—and finally make some sense of your symptoms.
did we just become friends?