Cairón died. He died with the addictions, the grief, the cocaine, the alcohol, the cigarettes, the patterns he’d inherited before he was old enough to know he was inheriting them. What came out the other side through plant medicine, through ceremony, through years of rebuilding a body that had been through war, is me.

I don’t have letters after my name. I have lived experience. I hit the absolute bottom, addiction, grief, a body running on cortisol and cocaine. The pharmaceutical route was never something I was willing to take.

I’d watched too many people have one symptom suppressed only for three more to appear, trapped in a cycle of medications chasing medications, never actually healing. I wanted to heal. So I used plants. I used food. And I did. Your body is never working against you. A symptom is not a problem to be suppressed. It is always a sign of something deeper. Once you understand that, everything changes including how you heal.

I rebuilt myself first. Then I turned to the women I’d watched be dismissed and mislabelled for years hormonal chaos, fertility struggles, perimenopause, menopause and developed everything alongside a close circle of real women with real conditions, based on what actually shifted in their bodies. Not a pill for every symptom. An education and the tools to go with it.