That was me in 2012 and it was a facade. The beauty it portrays hides the debilitating pain with which I was struggling. I was trying so hard to be what everyone else wanted me to be, that I didn’t know my own self.

By the time that picture was taken, I had already been suffering with chronic playing-related repetitive stress injuries for over 12 years. I saw countless medical professionals, psychologists, fitness instructors, and alternative health practitioners. All I got from them was a myriad of conflicting diagnoses with untenable solutions. My teachers fueled the fire by rejecting any idea that I had a problem. I felt small, alone, and ashamed. All the while, my pain raged out of my control leaving me barely able to breathe.

It took the pain becoming that unbearable for me to finally flip the script. To find the courage to root for the source of it. It was then that I found my voice and could really start healing. Others couldn’t fix it because they were unable to see beyond my symptoms. It wasn’t enough to address just my body and my movement. I had to learn a whole new way of thinking.

Now, this is what I help others do.

I help musicians be the kinds of performers they want to be. I help non-musicians free themselves from the grip of pain. I help people who are ready to make a change find their voice and feel heard. I help them break through to play pain-free without drugs, surgeries, or other interventions. I help them make their mind-body connection conscious, so that pain never sticks around again.