When your life falls apart—divorce, loss, identity collapse—pieces of you scatter. The strong, clear person you once were feels gone. You’ve lost parts of yourself you desperately need: your sense of purpose, your power to create and protect, your trust in your own knowing.
These are your bones. And my work is to help you gather them.
Like La Loba, I go back and collect the different parts of you that got left behind—the wounds that need witnessing, the rage that was suppressed, the grief that went underground, the strength you forgot you had. We don’t avoid the painful bones. We need them all.
I learned this work through my own scattering. In the striving to be who the world wanted me to be—in career, in roles, in meeting expectations—I lost pieces of myself along the way. Parts that knew who I was, what mattered, what I was here to do.
My journey of transformation meant going back for those bones. Learning that what I thought was in the way WAS the way. Discovering that wholeness isn’t perfection—it’s integration. Shadow and light. Wound and wisdom. Death and rebirth.
The goal isn’t to be perfect. The goal is to be whole.
For five years as an End-of-Life Doula, I’ve sat with people as they died. I learned that death—physical or emotional—is a sacred passage. Both require letting go of who you were. Both require gathering what matters most. Both require trust in what cannot yet be seen.
Now I guide others through their emotional deaths. I help you gather the scattered bones of who you are—not who you think you should be, but who you actually are beneath the roles and expectations and wounds.
We collect them piece by piece:
The part of you that knew your worth before the world told you otherwise
The rage you weren’t allowed to feel
The grief you had to keep moving through
The power you gave away to keep peace
The voice that got silenced
The wildness that got domesticated
And when we’ve gathered enough bones—when the skeleton of your true self is assembled—I help you sing yourself back to life.
Not as who you were before. That version is gone. But as who you’re becoming—more whole, more real, more alive than you’ve ever been.
This is threshold work. This is the work of La Loba.
Every time I help someone rise with new eyes, I see more clearly where the lost bones are hidden. What song shall we sing over yours?