I started reading tarot because I was falling apart. Heartbreak wrecked me. I needed something to help me survive myself.

Tarot didn’t promise me a happy ending. Tarot didn’t lie to me. 

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Now I read for others the way I wish someone had read for me. No fluff. No fake hope. No sweet talk just to keep people happy.

I offer clarity, even when it hurts.

I sit with your pain like it’s my own, because most of the time it is. If you’ve found your way here, maybe you’ve felt that.

Maybe something in what I write, say, or read hits deeper than you expected. That’s not magic. That’s energy. That’s my time, my heart, my grief, my healing journey.