Where do I begin a story that truly began long before this lifetime?
Perhaps with the childhood that shaped me, perhaps with the oceans I crossed,
or perhaps with the moment I became a mother at 19 — young, unanchored,
and unaware of the storms that were silently shaping me.

I didn’t know then that my mind was bruised, or that my spirit was whispering for help.
I only knew I had a daughter who needed me — and somehow that was enough to keep me walking.

Fast forward to 2018.
I gave birth to my second daughter, and with her came overwhelming love…
and a familiar ache, an ancient wound I couldn’t name.
Something in me was calling to be healed — something tied to the person I loved,
something buried beneath years of survival.

A single conversation with a friend became the small crack through which light entered.
I stepped out of my comfort zone for the first time —
and into the quiet room of a spiritual healer.

I never believed in such things.
My childhood had pushed me through four religions,
four baptisms,
four different paths,
until I trusted nothing I couldn’t touch.

But something whispered, try.
And I did.

After my first session, I was shaken.
She knew things no one could have known.
Not because I told her —
but because my soul had finally decided to speak.

That day, an invisible door opened.
I began seeing healers whenever I felt the pull,
shifting from one to another as my energy transformed.
I learned that many of my wounds were ancient beliefs from childhood,
quiet imprints that shaped my triggers,
echoes of a girl who simply tried to survive.

But healers couldn’t walk the whole path for me.
I had to meet myself halfway.

So I began meditating.
Meditation became the sacred food for my mind,
the nourishment my soul had longed for.
I cared for my body, my energy, my spirit —
understanding finally that all three mirror one another.
A weak body often whispers for the soul.
A restless mind often echoes a wounded heart.
Everything reflects everything.

As I healed, I began seeing my life differently.
Not through fear, but through possibility.
I started questioning the beliefs I had inherited:
go to school, work, raise kids, keep the house spotless,
and most importantly — please everyone but yourself.

But the more I listened inward,
the more I remembered my true self:
a woman who longs to wander,
to feel free,
to create joy,
to help others,
to organise moments of beauty.

This led me to event management.
It felt right — or so I thought.
But life, as always, had another lesson waiting.

The job drained me,
body and spirit.
It triggered old wounds,
felt heavy in all the ways my soul tried to warn me about.
But life only gives us what we are strong enough to transform.

Then I met her —
a woman who entered my path like a guardian.
She reminded me to shine,
to take up space,
to stop hiding,
to say no where my energy said no.
She arrived exactly when I needed someone to hold the light for me
until I could hold it myself.

I searched for a way out — hopeless at first —
until one evening I tried again.
And life opened another door.
Within a week I was in a new workplace,
treated with kindness and respect.
A universe-sized reminder of what happens when you stand up for your worth.

This shift filled me with gratitude,
and from that energy I stepped into the next chapter:
starting the courses for my diploma
— a dream I once thought belonged to someone stronger than me.

The more I aligned with my true path,
the more mystical the journey became.
Manifestation, meditation, astrology, numerology, human design —
they became daily companions.
My thoughts became powerful tools instead of enemies.

I realised:
what I send out, I receive.
And soon, things I once only imagined began unfolding in real time.
I manifested my diploma with clarity and trust —
and it practically wrote itself.