I spent the first decade of my life in rural New Jersey, until my parents divorce ultimately moved us to the suburbs of Philadelphia. As one of four, I watched my mother create daily miracles. My mom worked as a third-shift RN at our local hospital and thanks to her I developed a strong sense of adventure, determination and independence. I definitely did not make it easy for my mother. My older sister was the book smart, intellect. My younger brothers were the popular jocks. I was the rebel without a cause. Not really a bad kid, just lost and I did not know where to fit in. Luckily, I had some really great friends that helped me through. To this day, I am not sure where I would be without them.
College was put on hold when, at 18, I had my son John. He taught me about responsibility and love, and the need to be my own hero. When he was six, I fell into property management. Working as an assistant in a property management office was the catalyst I needed and I knew I had to make changes in order to make my life & my son’s life better. I remained in the property management field for the next twenty-plus years. Working in this industry has supported my love of helping others. Whether helping someone find a place to live, or helping a property overcoming a problem, I find that I am happiest when I am assisting others see their own potential and providing them with stellar results.
At 26, I entered into an emotionally abusive marriage. As a result, I felt myself shut down. While I was only married for two years, I left that relationship guarded and insecure. Two years later, I met the man that would become my second husband. Over the next sixteen years, I did what many women do. I lost my identity. My hobbies, were his hobbies. My interests, were his interests. Toward the end of our relationship, we barely spoke. And I spent most of my time scrolling Instagram looking at cat videos.
It was during this time, I began mediating and journaling with the help of my tarot cards. I started going on hikes, and spending more time in nature alone. As I slowly began to wake up to my own power again, I decided to move out on my own for the first time in my life. I still remember calling my friend while crying because I didn’t know what I liked to watch on television.
Over the next few years, I dove head first into embracing my spirituality. I have learned to embrace the universe as the living being it is, and I honor my place in it daily. Through meditation and mindful practices, I have discovered a deeper connection not only with myself but with the world within me. Once again, the universe blessed me with amazing friends who taught me so much about life and loving unconditionally.
After a few years on my own, I decided it was time to leap and I packed up my small apartment and moved to Florida. This move would prove to have the biggest impact on my story so far. For the third time, the Universe provided me with amazing friends who provided me with love and support while I learned my true gifts.
It was during this time, that I learned about being an aphant. While attending many guided meditations, I was often left feeling confused and left out. I was not able to find many teachers with Aphantasia, so it was going to be up to me to become one. I embraced this challenge with enthusiasm, eager to understand my unique way of experiencing the world and to help others do the same.
Aphantasia was a hurdle at first, but I soon realized it was also a gift. It allowed me to approach mindfulness and meditation from a fresh perspective, focusing on sensations, emotions, and the present moment rather than visual imagery.
Determined to share my insights, I began developing workshops and courses tailored for individuals with aphantasia. My approach emphasizes the use of other sensory experiences, such as sound, touch, and breath, to deepen the meditative state and foster inner peace. This journey has been incredibly rewarding, as I witnessed participants discover new depths of awareness and connection through these alternative methods.