The Qwayola Experience

BTS!! Something is cooking!!

I’ve been to many of these but never performed myself! 🙈 HERE GOES NOTHING!

There comes a point where constantly pouring into everyone else starts to leave your own cup empty.

"Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is pause long enough to hear yourself again."

I'm inviting you to show up for yourself on June 28th,2026.

Over the years, I looked at my own life and the lives of those around me and noticed a common theme: we're carrying so much! Stress. Expectations. Responsibilities. Grief. Burnout. Life.
I recognized a need for intentional spaces where people could simply be held, supported, and given permission to release.
So I decided to create one.
This Floating Sound Bath Experience was designed with intention from beginning to end. Most floating events are set up for you to arrive, get in the water, and leave. While there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, I wanted something more.
This isn't just an event. It's an experience!

From the moment you arrive until the moment you leave, every element has been thoughtfully chosen to help you slow down, reconnect with yourself, release what you've been carrying, and be supported by community.
And truthfully, I'm not just hosting this experience, I'm receiving from it too. Every gathering reminds me of the power of connection, healing, and being surrounded by people who are choosing themselves.
If you've been saying, "I'll focus on me later," consider this your invitation to make later now.
✨ Payment flexibility is available through Klarna, Afterpay, Affirm, and Zip.

📍 Orlando, FL
📅 June 28, 2026
🕗 8:00 PM

Come float.
Come release.
Come be poured into.

People always saw the smile… but they never saw the survival behind it.

I laugh loud. I love hard. I show up polished. But what many people don’t know is that my beginnings were HUMBLE. Truly humble.

While most teenagers were building friendships, figuring themselves out, and enjoying youth… I was trying to survive. I moved into my first apartment at 17 years old and promised myself I would never return to homelessness again. From that moment forward, I fought tooth and nail for everything I have.

There are people still in my life today who never knew what I was carrying because I never led with a sob story. I never wanted pity. I just kept going.

There was no blueprint for me. No roadmap. No emphasis on education in my household. I was simply taught to work hard… so I did. And by the grace of God, I’ve been able to secure titles, opportunities, and salaries I once only dreamed about, all while trying to build a life that was never modeled for me.

The people closest to me know how exhausted I was. They know the sacrifices I made to finish my program, paying for classes and books out of pocket, sacrificing leisure, sacrificing comfort, sacrificing rest because failure was never an option.

My days looked like working my corporate job, studying immediately after, squeezing in the gym, attending prayer group on Wednesdays, Bible study on Thursdays, church on Sundays, taking clients in between, maintaining relationships, fighting a legal battle with my employer, and still trying to hold myself together while being starved by people I thought would feed me.

And through it all… it was just me and God.

I never had the privilege of “going back home” to figure life out. That was never an option for me. So I learned how to carry pain quietly and keep building anyway.

I was tired… but I was being stretched.

And somewhere in this last season, I finally saw myself clearly. Not just as someone who survives but as a woman who endures, adapts, overcomes, and keeps blooming anyway.

Now, I can finally say this out loud without hesitation:
I am proud of me‼️

When I say I come from the dirt, I say it with conviction… because some of the most beautiful things in nature have roots deep in the soil. 🌱