Before becoming a manual therapist, I spent more than a decade in service work alongside refugees, women on the margins, and struggling families. I moved across roles as varied as mothering youth, farming, graphic design, sports coaching, and advocacy. I was deeply impacted by what I witnessed others endure. Being targeted myself through trafficking, assault, and coercive control left a mark.
For years, I believed being strong meant powering through — until a fluke exposure to an environmental toxin made that impossible. I was left facing neurodegenerative autoimmune symptoms: pain and numbness, loss of motor control, and 30 lbs of muscle wasting. Excelsior became part of a last-resort effort to turn my health around.
The clinic and gym became the place I began to redefine strength. No miracles, no hype, no trying to be unbreakable. Just precise joint, motor, and tissue work within a community striving to be and feel better, from pro athletes to retirees.
I experienced outcomes I’d been told were impossible—gradual returns of sensation and control that accumulated over time. That process allowed me to return to decades-long goals I’d nearly given up on. Today, my own work here is part of a response to all I’ve lived and witnessed. I care deeply about helping others build both the body and the person within it.