For years, I lived with chronic hives. Stress, overstimulation, and environmental chaos showed up in my body as inflammation — and in my home as clutter. I didn’t realize it at the time, but my surroundings were speaking back to me. Whispering, something’s not right.

It wasn’t until I began curating my home intentionally — clearing drawers, softening corners, honoring light and quiet — that my nervous system started to settle. The hives didn’t disappear overnight, but for the first time in a long time… I could breathe.

That’s when I realized: organizing isn’t just about stuff.

It’s about space. Sacred space. The kind that holds who we’re becoming.

I remember standing in front of my closet, three years postpartum, staring at a row of jeans that used to fit my pre-baby body. Every day I saw them, I felt the same shame rise. One day, I asked myself — why am I punishing myself with my own hangers?

I let them go. And in their place, I made peace.

Now, I help otherS do the same — clear what’s no longer theirs to carry, and make space for what’s truly calling.

Because your space is never just a space. It’s a mirror. A message. A manifestation.

And when you tend to it with love, it will love you right back.