From my earliest years, I was the quiet observer. I didn’t speak until I was two years old, not because I couldn’t, but because I was deeply attuned to the emotions and energy around me. Long before I understood words, I was reading people — feeling what wasn’t being said, absorbing the atmosphere of every room I entered. Looking back, I realize my intuition wasn’t something I developed later in life. It was something I was born with.
At thirteen, I learned I had been adopted. Overnight, everything I thought I knew about my identity shifted. It began a lifelong search — for belonging, for unconditional love, for who I truly was beneath the labels I’d been given.
Years later, the father who raised me passed away. His death became the catalyst for my spiritual awakening. He visited me in my dreams more than once, with a presence so real and unmistakable that it challenged everything I believed about life, death, and what continues beyond this world. Those experiences opened a door I could no longer ignore, and set me on a path of exploring spirituality, consciousness, and my own intuitive gifts.
As I kept healing, I began to recognize the patterns that had quietly shaped my life. I saw how I had unconsciously recreated familiar emotional dynamics from my childhood in my first marriage — repeating lessons I hadn’t yet learned. That awareness became one of the greatest gifts of my healing journey, because it allowed me to stop living from old wounds and start choosing from self-awareness instead.
My current marriage moved through its own painful season. Rather than letting it define us, we let it become an invitation to grow. Through forgiveness, honest conversation, and deep inner work, we rebuilt our relationship on a foundation of truth, vulnerability, and mutual respect. It’s stronger today not because we avoided hardship, but because of what we were willing to face together.
But the greatest transformation wasn’t in my relationships with others — it was in my relationship with myself. I released abandonment wounds I’d carried for decades. I stopped measuring my worth by other people’s approval. I let go of believing I wasn’t smart enough, capable enough. I found my own voice after years of letting fear, self-doubt, and other people’s control shape my decisions. For the first time in my life, I truly learned to love the woman in the mirror.
My spiritual awakening was never a single moment — it was a lifetime of remembering. Through grief, healing, meditation, study, meaningful friendships, and experiences that expanded my understanding of consciousness, I learned to trust the intuitive voice that had been speaking to me since childhood.
Today, I don’t believe our wounds disqualify us. I believe they prepare us. My mediumship isn’t built on perfection or extraordinary claims — it’s built on a life fully lived: loss, forgiveness, resilience, curiosity, and the courage to keep choosing love over fear. Those experiences taught me that our deepest pain can become the doorway to our greatest purpose.
I know this work has led some people to judge me — some have called what I do demonic, often out of fears rooted in Christianity and religious beliefs handed down to them generationally. I understand where that judgment comes from, and I don’t carry anger about it. What I know, without doubt, is that I am a firm believer in God and in Jesus. I was a faithful church-goer for years and raised my five children in a non-denominational church — a faith they still hold to this day. My gift doesn’t stand apart from my faith. It stands inside it — one more way I’ve come to know that we are never separate from God, and that connecting to Spirit is simply another way of remembering who we truly are in Him.
It is now my privilege to help others connect with loved ones in Spirit, trust their own intuition, and remember that they are never truly alone. I believe our stories are our greatest credentials — and my own journey has shown me that healing begins the moment we decide to listen. Not only to Spirit, but to the quiet wisdom that has always lived within us.
With love,
Tigger