I am a Bridge. I am a Rainbow. I am.

I’ve always existed in the in-between. Even my human design, is a marriage of two other designs, the multitasking master Manifesting Generator. I find this cosmically comical, given everything else about me.

Hi, I am Britt, Reiki Master, Neurodivergent, Artist, Extrovert, Mother and Gemini (there’s that two-sides thing again, the theme of my life.)

I've been called to put these parts of me down on paper for a long time, but have resisted, because - if I'm being honest, as much as I advocate for vulnerability, it's still so hard. Especially when for so long I was told to hide parts of myself - misguidedly - for my safety.

My Neurodivergence has shaped much of my life, both good and bad. From my sensitivities that make it literally hard to function at times, to using those same sensitivities to others heal, and make connections that I see very clearly - that others do not. I have often felt deeply that one of my soul purposes is to be the connection between people and what they can't see. My body and my nervous system occupy a space outside the lines that I have been told are valid. When I was 10, I was diagnosed with ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and GAD Generalized Anxiety Disorder.

So, let me paint this picture for you, it was 1995/96 - and I was a GIRL with ADHD. Let me just say that I didnt' exactly have a ton of role models or community when it came to this part of myself. ADHD was still heavily stigmatized and the only other kids I knew that were diagnosed were boys. I am deeply grateful for the fight and the advocacy my mom did for me to not only get me diagnosed, but get me on medication that truly took my world from black and white to color. I will never forget the first time my brain was quiet, my body able to focus. I couldn't believe that this is how other people functioned just, all the time. I am grateful for the therapy and the behavior mods my mother fought for that helped my thrive during childhood. Before my diagnosis, I would melt down constantly at night, terrified by the idea of each coming new day. food was too much, clothes were weird, lights - the lights, would make me hyper-aware of own skeleton. IFKYK. I grew up in an amazing environment of love and opportunity, but is was also a community that demanded and exalted high achievers, perfection, and logic thinking and that was definitely not me.

I’ve never been perfect at one thing, this world loves perfection, loves obedience. Quiet kind women, preferably blonde that don’t make waves. As a kid I remember struggling so much with the concept of beinf honest versus the social white lies we tell others in the name of politeness. I didn't get it, and to be honest i still struggle with is. As a kid, I came of very blunt, and I still am to much respect though I can mask that part pretty well. The quick-witted Gemini in me, coupled with my propensity for honesty often lets words fly from my brain, out my mouth before my mask has has a chance to filter. In so many ways, I’ve always known that I existed outside what this world finds acceptable.

I am a sensitive, creative, free-spirit with a mouth like a viper. A person that by appearance an behavior was rife for the picking in terms of bullying, but it never lasted long, when the bullies figured out that my mouth spit truths too real, and too deep they would abck off. This is a part of me I'm not totally proud, but it has helped keep my safe as much has it has gotten me in trouble.

I am a bridge between worlds.

I grew up in Occupied Pueblo and Tigua land, modern day Northern New Mexico. An earthly space that my ancestors had occupied for over 300 years. Within my veins flows a story of colonism, conquering of people, a hidden erasure of culture and at the same time resilience of a culture. Within my blood there is evidence of both oppressor and the oppressed. Again, I exist in a space between two worlds, two truths; I am truly a living example that two things can be true at the same time, something this society doesn’t know what to do with. Archetypes are king, in this world, so for those of us that exist outside the binary of anything is contrary to the narrative we are fed, thus somehow invalidating our existence.

I am a white woman, I am the product of my European Ancestors as well as my Native Ancestors. I am of Native Ancestry.

I have always felt deeply connected to my heritage of being a descendant of settlers into Mexico, immigrating from lands oceans aways. Over time, borders crossed them, and they grew and evolved with others in that region to create a unique culture, that is a mix of Euro-Spanish, Mexican, and native. New Mexican culture is my culture. About 5 years ago we discovered that we had native ancestry as well, further solidifying a story of cultural genocide within my lineage. I sincerely feel my ancestors calling out to me to reconnect to the culture they lost, that was stolen from them or that they chose to forsake in the name of survival. I don’t know which it is, but I feel in my soul that there was a time of deep assimilation for the sake of survival. The story of passing as a Euro-Spanish speaking person for the purpose of safety. I’ve always felt deeply connected to the land I was raised on, and now I am learning the validation as to why.

I am an earth keeper. I am a memory keeper.

When I was young, adults in my life, in an effort to protect me from the stigma of ADHD, encouraged me not to tell people I had ADHD. And though well-meaning, that sentiment, coupled with my internal low-self esteem created this strange duality that, until about 7 years ago I thought was totally normal and healthy. I held the belief about myself, that I could be self-confident and comfortable in my own skin, but just not like the person I was. I knew myself, I just didn't like myself - and that was okay with me. Sometimes, i couldn't figure out why my friends even liked my, i thought it was so strange that people liked me, and would even go into relationships assuming that people couldn't possibly actual like me, it was a kind gesture - they really just tolerated me. I thought I had cracked some sort of code - I scoffed when people said you have to love yourself first in order to love - I was proof that that was not true, you could be confident and hate yourself. You could be in a "successful relationship" and secretly loathe the person you are. I was a contradiction of fact. Little did I know that that this deep self-loathing would eat away at me, and try to consume me.

In 2013 my life led me to a place deep anxiety induced depression. At the time, I was teaching in my hometown, and just felt with every bone in my body that I was on the wrong path. My career at the time was one of the most important piece of me. I was a hustling young graphic designer living in rural northern New Mexico, pre-mass social media. Let's just say, the leads were not abundant. I tried to tap into my passion for working with youth and my love of art into being a high school art teacher. But working at a school triggered me daily. Growing up, school was traumatizing for me, a story for another day. I was working in the very school I went to, and it did not do me any favors. A friend suggested that I try this new thing her sister was getting certified in - it was called Emotional Freedom Technique and was supposed to help with trauma, anxiety, and emotional issues. I was so deep in it, and none of my usual coping skills were working.

I had gone off medications in college but was able to create coping strategies as a young person. It also helped that I was running 80 miles a week. Though my time at school, was traumatizing in many ways (again, a story for another time), it also helped me find more behavior mods and strategies that worked for me as an adult. Those coping skills were failing me with out the intense exercise I was not functioning. I decided I would try anything might help me, because nothing could make me worse. I truly felt that I was at rock bottom, in terms of my mental health.

EFT was my first introduction to energy work. In just 6 weeks, 6 sessions, I felt entirely renewed. I was applying for jobs, was able to leave my house without a panic attack, I had hope again. I couldn't believe the intense energy releases I felt in this work and wanted to know more about the energetic side of my being. During this time was also when I heard the term Empath for the first time. I was told I certainly was one, and set out to learn how to harness my energy and protect it. EFT Led me to Reiki, and Reiki has led me to peel and heal many of the layers of my trauma, both my own, past life, and generational.

I am energy.

I am an advocate, a warrior, a guide. I want to use my lived experiences to help others out of the deep dark places, and into the beautiful light. I strive to bring healing and joy into people's lives. i am a connector, connecting people to their higher selves and helping them realize their true potential. My passion is to use my gifts to manifest positive change in the world, through my art, through Reiki, through who I am. I am still on my Healing Journey, of course, and healing is never linear, but i am finally in a place of self love and peace, and I want to help guide others there as well.