Where the Embers Live: My Story

Where the Embers Live: My Story

I didn’t set out to create a brand. I wasn’t building a business. I was just trying to survive.

This space — Emberlight Haven — was born not out of inspiration, but desperation. It began during sleepless nights and days I couldn’t function. And even now, two years later, my world still feels dark. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. I rarely leave the house. No one calls. I don’t reach out. And no matter what milestone comes or how much time passes, it never feels right. Because a huge part of me (and the kids) — is just missing. That gaping hole hasn’t gotten smaller. If anything, it’s grown.

The only thing that keeps me going some days is the hope that no one else ever has to feel this kind of pain. And if they do — maybe they’ll find this space and know they’re not alone.

I didn’t choose this path. I fell into it. I was trying to reach my husband — to talk to him, connect with him somehow. I still am. That mission lit a fire in me. When I learned that we all have spiritual abilities and we just have to remember how to access them, I made a vow: I would do whatever it takes to reach him.

One day, someone I hadn’t spoken to since high school reached out to me — nervous, unsure if she should say anything. But she had connected with Scott on the other side. She came with messages. With love. With details no one else could’ve known. I’ll never forget what she gave me. I’ll never stop being grateful.

So I began reading. Studying. Enrolling in class after class. Some were free, others not. But one class changed everything. A course by Victoria Bond — Magnificent Mediumship — (check her out!) where I met some of the most beautiful souls. Through our practice readings, someone told me I was a healer and should look into Reiki. That stuck with me.

I remembered having a Reiki session once years ago and how much I loved it, even if I didn’t fully understand it. Now I do. I found a local healer, Sandra Barbier (Absolutely Divine Healing) and her friendly goats at her Cajun Corral Farm, and I scheduled a session. Before I even walked in, she had written a paragraph channeled just for me. She didn’t know my story — but she felt it. The dizziness. The sadness. The grief. Afterward, when I told her about Scott, it all made sense.

Scott suffered from severe vertigo for years. He hid it from most people, but I saw it. The surgeries. The meds. The cycle of feeling okay, then awful. He used to say he woke up one day and never felt right again. Doctors couldn’t help him. Most didn’t believe him. And even I, at times, struggled to fully understand what it was like to feel dizzy all the time.

Citalopram. Ambien. Aricept. New neurologists. New side effects. Brain fog. Sleeping all day. Restlessness all night. Fear about work. Desperation to feel normal. All of it became a cycle — a spiral — and we lived it for years. Now I look back at it all, with more awareness, and I see the warning signs. I see the impact of TBIs, the side effects of meds like Ambien, the unspoken burden he carried.

And now, I carry that too.

But this blog — this site — it’s not just about what I’ve lost. It’s about what I’ve remembered. What I’ve awakened.

I don't offer mediumship sessions (yet). That’s the one thing I started this journey to do — and ironically, the one thing I still struggle with most. Maybe because it means the most to me. Or maybe because spirit knows I had other gifts to discover first.

Because what I’ve found is… I’m more than I ever thought I was.

I’m an Empath. A Lightworker. A wildly intuitive Psychic. A Healer. A Guide.

I “just know” things — and I’ve tested it again and again. I read tarot without ever taking a class. I can see your aura. I can map your soul through Human Design, Numerology, and Astrology. I can view life from angles most can’t and offer advice that’s deeply guided.

I’ve studied energy healing. Crystals. Spirit guides. Jesus. Meditation. Awakening.

I am certified in Usui/Holy Fire II Reiki Ryoho and still studying to advance.

My hands heal. My heart listens. My intuition leads. And someday soon, I’ll speak to spirits too — I know it.

Until then, I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep healing. And I’ll keep holding this space for anyone else who’s trying to remember who they are — or trying to find their way back to their own light.

Because I can heal you. But what's even better — I can help you remember how to heal yourself. 💫