During the most difficult times of my life I found that the people I expected to be there for me, weren't. And that the people I didn't expect to be there, were. Funny how life works out like that. I was looking for a space where I could just… be. Be myself. Be scared. Be quiet. Be angry. Be confused. Be still. Be sad. Be real. Turns out that spaces like these are hard to find.

I figured if I needed that, other people probably did too.This event came from that longing. And from wanting to give back what was given to me. Because I am forever grateful for it. And forever committed to creating more spaces like this. Because here's what happened when I found it. I gave myself permission — real permission — to just be. And when that happens, things begin to shift. Healing happens. Dreams move closer. And life starts to feel like it’s ours again.

My hope is that when you land here, you’ll feel what I felt — held, invited, and that you matter. Because you do. All of you does. Even the not-so-perfect parts. Actually, especially those parts.