my sound healing journey

I've always been deeply connected to music and sound. It's in my name, after all. But before I ever picked up an instrument or sang in a choir, I was the second eldest of ten kids in an immigrant, refugee family. Life was loud, chaotic, and full of responsibility from the start. I was the good little girl. Momma’s helper. The one who followed the rules, the straight A student with perfect attendance. I did everything I was supposed to do.

I got into UC Berkeley, landed a good job, and built a successful career in tech recruiting in Silicon Valley. On paper, I had done everything right. And yet somewhere along the way, I realized I wasn’t fine. I was burned out, disconnected, and quietly miserable.

I had followed the script. So why did I still feel like something was missing?

That question cracked everything open. I started looking inward, asking hard questions, and searching for answers. That marked the beginning of my spiritual awakening. Seven years of unlearning, healing, and finding my own path. But that’s a story for another time.

What I will say is that sound became one of the most unexpected and powerful tools in that journey. I’d grown up surrounded by all kinds of music from classical and country to house, EDM, hip hop, and everything in between. But when I started meditating, I realized sound wasn’t just something I loved. It was something that helped me feel. It helped me drop in, release, and reconnect. It became a form of medicine.

And that’s what led me to sound healing. Not as a cute side gig, but as a powerful modality that’s helped me come home to myself. And now, something I share to help others do the same.