I didn’t set out to build a herbothecary. I set out to survive.

As a single mother raising a son with special needs, my life has been shaped by resilience, advocacy, and a deep commitment to care. Between therapy appointments, care schedules, and the quiet chaos of motherhood, I found comfort in the gentle power of plants. Herbs weren’t just ingredients — they were lifelines. Chamomile for restless nights. Ginger for aching joints. Lavender for the moments when everything felt too loud.

Over time, my kitchen became a sanctuary. Jars of dried petals and roots lined the shelves, each one a reminder of healing, hope, and ancestral wisdom. Friends began asking for blends. Neighbors came for advice. And slowly, the idea took root: what if this personal ritual could become a shared offering?

Tea Thyme Herbothecary was born from that question — a digital hearth where I could share my specially curated blends, each one crafted with intention and care. But my dream doesn’t stop at the screen. One day, I hope to open a brick-and-mortar sanctuary: a space where people can gather, learn, and rediscover their connection to the earth. A place where wellness is accessible, ritual is celebrated, and every visitor leaves with more than just a cup of tea — they leave with a sense of belonging.

This isn’t just a business. It’s my love letter to the journey. To the healing power of plants. And to the belief that even in the most chaotic seasons, something beautiful can still bloom.