I felt confused, reactive, and lost inside patterns I didn’t understand. It felt like I was stuck inside a pinball machine, bouncing from one crisis to the next, constantly asking why these things kept happening to me.

It wasn’t until my third marriage was ending that something clicked. I was driving around one day, lost in a meditative mood, when I had a quiet but sudden, earth-shifting realization:

Not in a self-blame way… it was more of a humbling awareness that no matter how hard I tried to “do better,” I was living out the same cycles. Which meant something deep in me (or outside of me?) wasn't being seen.

I was blind to something…

and I became obsessed with seeing it.

That’s when I began searching for The Truth™. I thought that if I could just see reality clearly enough, I could break the pattern. I studied philosophy. It gave me frameworks but no comfort. I turned to Zen. It gave me stillness but no integration. I used mindfulness to watch my emotions... then learned to put them in a box and forget them.

I was calmer, but far from whole.

Eventually, after yet another heartbreak… another turning of The Cycle… I came crawling back to my meditation cushion, and this time… it was different.

This time, I wasn't trying to rise above my pain; I was ready to finally feel it. I spent months crying during meditation. It was messy. Sometimes it was embarrassing. I stayed. I had nowhere else to go. That became the real beginning.

Later, I was diagnosed with CPTSD, and it felt like I finally had a name for the invisible shape of my suffering. For the first time, I understood my nervous system, my triggers, my wiring. I finally understood what had been running the show all along.

That diagnosis led me to psychedelics, and my first journey changed everything.

In my vision, she was radiant, divine… she was unspeakably lovely in her compassion, patience, and holy purpose. When I saw her, I laughed, but with tears in my eyes. It felt like the punchline to a cosmic joke: All my life, she'd been with me every step of the way, but I couldn't see her. How was it possible, that I'd never seen… this?

What's more… I saw that vision extended to every single living creature. I saw that we are all glorious and divine; it's nothing we have to earn, it is our birthright. Suddenly, after that journey, I wasn’t afraid of people anymore. The fear just… dropped. And my life finally began to really open up.

But integration was its own mountain. I had experienced something greater than myself, something my mind couldn't explain. I began having mystical experiences on the regular. Long after the journey was over, I had (and still have) waking visions. Sometimes I wondered if I was going crazy.

And I was experiencing a re-orientation of identity from the ground up. Who was this new Tiffany who actually liked people… liked herself, even… and what did she do?

I leaned into community. I started a Meetup group to find friends. I trained as a coach because I wanted to be the support I didn’t have when I was in the rawness of my own transformation. Eventually I got involved in the local psychedelic communities and churches.

I learned that what I experienced after that journey was normal. It was beyond normal, it was wonderful.

I wasn't crazy, I was expanding.

Of course, healing isn't linear.

Wouldn't it be nice if it was?

In the summer of 2023, my brother went missing.
His body was eventually found in another state.
We don't know exactly what happened, or why.

And I found myself back in the fire.

I thought I’d done so much work, I'd come so far. And I had.

I felt… obliterated; body, mind, and soul.
I felt like I had died with him… and I did, in a way.

I couldn’t make anything make sense.
I couldn't hold it; it was too big.

So eventually I stopped trying,
and I just sat with it.

Sat with the darkness, sat with the pain, sat with the confusion, the emotional, physical, and spiritual overwhelm…

for whatever it took,
for as long as it took.

And that’s where I became who I am now.

I’ve learned how to sit with grief and pain that feels bigger than my body.

I’ve learned that trauma isn’t just a mental loop, it’s a full-body rupture.

I’ve learned that healing isn’t about returning to who we used to be (for some of us, that's isn't even a thing)… but seeing, maybe for the first time, the truth of who we really are.

I’ve learned how to listen…
to my body.
to the pain.
to whatever’s real and authentic in the moment.
And to the parts that scream… because those are the parts that I ignored the longest.

I’ve stopped searching for definitive answers. I don’t believe in fixed states. I don’t think we ever really arrive, I think that life is a process of becoming, over and over again, and every moment is a chance to choose something different.

And I've learned that healing is wholeness. It’s messy, shadowed, and holy. And it requires a holistic approach that includes body and soul; it never happens in the mind alone.

I offer grounded, soul-informed coaching for people who are moving through the fire, whether that’s a loss, a journey, a breakdown, or a shift that doesn’t have a name yet.

I help people regulate their nervous systems, reconnect with their bodies, and begin to trust their own process of transformation.

People say I bring calm, compassion, and a profound sense of safety to my group containers and coaching sessions. They say they can open up with me in ways they can’t with anyone else. I think it’s because they can sense that I’ve been there, and that I’m not afraid of the dark.

This is what I’ve made from the fire. This is what I offer to you now.

If you’re feeling like you’re unraveling…
If you’re wondering whether this pain is proof that you’re failing…
If you’ve been trying to heal for a long time and still find yourself in the same damn place…

You’re not broken.
You’re not lost.
You’re in the middle of becoming.