From a young age, I carried a deep sensitivity to the world around me. As a child, I could see and feel energies, sensing spirit in ways I didn’t fully understand. With no one to help me make sense of these experiences, fear crept in, and I instinctively shut that part of myself down. I learned to protect, suppress, and disconnect from that spiritual part of me.

I now understand that this sensitivity was not a weakness — it was a gift. A gift passed down through my South American bloodline, woven from the strength and wisdom of my ancestors, who guide me to this day. I am a healer led by the memory in my bones and the knowing in my spirit. My roots inform everything I do — they are the heartbeat of my work.

Years later, my life changed in an instant. In 2022, I suffered a traumatic accident that resulted in a serious head injury and a months-long concussion. The physical recovery was slow, but the real transformation happened within. That stillness, the forced pause, reopened something ancient in me. The intuitive gifts I had buried since childhood came rushing back, and I began the journey of true healing.

That journey was not easy. I faced the painful layers of negative self-talk, self-doubt, and inherited beliefs that had shaped so much of my inner world. There were days I felt stuck in cycles of shame and limitation, unsure how to move forward. But slowly, with every breath, meditation, and energetic release, I began to return to myself — to my soul, to my ancestral connection, and to the medicine that was always within me.

A turning point came during a soul-led journey to Egypt. Standing in the temples, walking the sands, and feeling the sacred power of that land unlocked something profound in my spirit. The energy of Egypt — potent, ancient, and deeply familiar — awakened another lineage in me. A remembrance. A spiritual calling. It became clear that my work was not only grounded in my South American ancestry, but also held by the light and frequency of the Egyptian mysteries.

In the quiet that followed, a word kept rising in my awareness: Respira — Spanish for “breathe.” It reminded me that healing begins with something so simple, so sacred — the breath. Respira became the name and the soul of this space: a place to return to yourself, to exhale what no longer serves, and to inhale clarity, peace, and alignment.

Today, I walk this path not only for myself, but to support others in remembering who they truly are. Through my healing work, I blend ancestral wisdom, sacred sound, intuitive channeling, and energetic alignment to help you release what’s not yours — so you can return to your own truth, your own breath, and your own light.

This work is my honour.
It is my inheritance.
And it is my deep joy to share it with those who are ready to awaken.