The story behind
SANCTUARY 8 

I grew up in a small village in Thailand surrounded by lush jungles and dirt roads. From the outside, everything seemed calm — but inside, I often felt lost. I was a quiet kid, constantly hiding, finding solace in books, struggling to find where I belonged. I felt like I had to shrink or shape myself to fit into a world that didn’t seem to have space for me. In Thailand I was surrounded by a large and boisterous family and a wooden home on stilts that sat at the end of a long road was my sanctuary. When I was seven, my mom moved the two of us from Thailand to Tehran, Iran to join my dad and I went from a community of togetherness to a place of isolation. We lived in an apartment building in an urban city that was on the tipping point of global conflict and being in the epicenter of it left a lasting imprint on my mind and in my heart. I had heard news stories about theater bombings near our place, death and destruction was all around us. The moment in history was a flashpoint that sparked the 1979 Revolution.

In my teenage years, the heaviness grew. Silent waves of sadness came and went, until eventually they stayed longer than they left. I didn’t know how to talk about it — and the people around me didn’t know how to ask. I learned to fend for myself, but what I really needed was someone who could see through the mask.

Looking back, the trauma wasn’t just in the events — it was in the deep loneliness that followed. The moments where I was overwhelmed, hurting, and no one came. That’s the part that cut the deepest.

My personal story

After finishing graduate school, I chose the path of the military. I told myself that structure was what I needed. The routine gave me something steady to hold on to. But underneath, I was still carrying a lot.

The truth is, I had completely shut down. When the pain felt too heavy to face, I pushed it aside and numbed it out. I disconnected from my feelings, from myself, and from what I needed. I kept going, head down, and pushed through until I coudn't.

At some point, I hit a wall. Burnout. But it wasn’t just from work. It was from years of stored emotions that were finally asking to be felt. It was more than tiredness. It was unresolved trauma rising to the surface.

I tried extreme physical fitness, mindfulness, meditation, and yoga. But talking about the pain didn’t move it. I needed to feel it, fully, and physically. That’s when I found sobriety, asked Jesus for forgiveness, and discovered sound healing, and professional coaching. These practices didn’t just help me manage. They helped me begin to heal.

With every session, I started to reclaim pieces of myself. It wasn’t always graceful. There were dark days, resistance, and doubts. But underneath all of it, something deeper was growing. Trust. Self-compassion. Strength. and Faith.

Now, what I carry is not the wound, but the wisdom it gave me. Healing became purpose. And from that place, I now hold space for others to find their way back to themselves. No New Age mysticism. Sound healing based on science, coaching from the heart, and a business that is grounded in a trusting and loving relationship with Christ.

Or maybe… you recognize yourself in my story.
Maybe you're wondering if transformation is possible for you too — and whether I might be the one to walk alongside you.

I know what it’s like to pull yourself out of a dark place. To fall ten times and stand up eleven. To fight for your light.

That’s why I can meet you in the depth — not from a place of theory, but from lived experience.

I know these methods not only as a guide, but as someone who’s walked through them — breath by breath, layer by layer.
I’m here to support you with honesty, gentleness, and no judgment.

I offer you my hand.
You don’t have to do this alone.

I see you.

Something stirring inside?