My story began in emotional chaos and neglect that left me feeling abandoned, worthless, scared, and profoundly alone.

With no way to understand my constant companions of pain and confusion, I did what most kids do: I believed it was my fault.

That conclusion hardened into a core belief that I was fatally flawed and unlovable.

Carrying that weight, I stumbled into adulthood completely lost, and into a string of painful decisions, dead-end jobs, disorienting detours, and relationships I wasn’t ready for. My early adult years were defined by the big, painful mistakes that only unresolved trauma can fuel.

Disconnected, disengaged, anxious, and often depressed, I wandered through an unconscious and deeply misguided search for the father figure I never had. That search ended in a devastating betrayal that left me feeling more abandoned and heartbroken than ever. 

I was lost, and every path I took only seemed to deepen my pain, confusion, and disconnection from myself, my life, and the world around me.

Determined to find a way out, I grabbed onto the only map society seemed to offer: mainstream success.

On the surface, it looked like I had finally found my way.

I earned my degrees, a dozen years behind the traditional path. I built a decade-long corporate career. I chased every goal I was told I should want. Although it brought value to me in meaningful ways, in the end, it was just another, better-looking version of being lost—another misguided attempt to fit myself into a box that was all wrong for me.

A life lived out of alignment always has its price.

The inevitable burnout came, bringing with it health issues and intensifying my lifelong struggles with anxiety, panic attacks, and sleep.

Eventually, this pain became so loud it forced me to discover and accept the truth of who I really am: a highly sensitive person and an empath who had experienced deep emotional neglect and trauma.

It became clear that I was never designed to fit in the high-pressure, intensely stressful corporate world in the first place, no matter how much therapy I did or how many personal development books I read.

This discovery changed everything. Suddenly, the pieces of my life began to fall into place.

I saw for the first time that my lifelong struggles weren't character flaws—they were simply the experience of a highly sensitive person in an overwhelming world.

I finally understood that my chronic sleep issues were a symptom of a nervous system that couldn't unwind. My anxiety was a natural response to the overstimulation. And most of all, my highly sensitive nature wasn't a bug—it was my operating system.

In that understanding, I found the heart of my future work.

These exact same themes of sensitivity, anxiety, and the search for peaceful sleep became the very topics I am most passionate about helping others navigate today.

In time, they would become the cornerstone of the most fulfilling work I have ever done.

Then, in a single, pivotal week, my path came into focus. After wave after wave of layoffs at my company, my manager, whom I deeply respected, was let go. A few days later, my father passed away.

Instead of pure devastation, it felt like something else entirely: a profound liberation.

This was because, for years, my real work had been happening internally—a slow, quiet untangling of complex emotional knots.

I had already been grieving the love and care I knew I would never receive from my parents. It was a painful process I had begun while they were still alive.

So with my father's passing came the final release from a lifetime of grief, and with my manager's dismissal, I found a powerful resolve to finally forge my own way.

In those two painful events, I had discovered a clear space inside me.

I had been trying to start a channel for months, but the effort had stalled, mostly because I was mimicking other creators and couldn't find a voice that felt authentic.

But I had clues.

I had been leading short, guided meditations for a creative group and had received wonderful feedback about my calming presence and soft-spoken voice.

Around the same time, I had found deep comfort in a creator who used her soft voice and gentle hand movements to soothe her audience. One night, as her video helped me drift toward sleep, something clicked. I realized my previous attempts had failed because I hadn't been true to my own feelings.

So, in that potent week of mourning and release, I turned on my camera and pressed record.

For the first time, I didn't try to be some enthusiastic, overly loud "YouTuber." Instead, I channeled all the stirred-up emotions—the sorrow, the freedom, the quiet resolve—and simply allowed the empathy that decades of pain had carved into me to flow.

It finally felt easy.

And it was real.

That is the soul of ASMR Healing.

Starting this channel was an act of embracing my whole life—not to put on a mask of toxic positivity, but to use the realness of a difficult journey to help others.

As the poet Kahlil Gibran wrote, the very wood that was hollowed out with knives becomes the lute that can soothe the spirit.

My mission is to use the empathy born from my journey to be the compassionate voice, nurturing presence, and gentle care so many of us have yearned for, but never received.