This is Me

My own journey began with endless cycles of codependency, being emotionally shut down, people-pleasing, self-sacrifice, and a lack of self-trust. I saw firsthand how a life shaped by trauma, conditioning, and mental health struggles can eclipse a person’s essence until they no longer know who they are. Watching someone I loved disappear under that weight lit a vow inside me: the cycle stops with me.

At first, I tried to follow the path laid out for me. But somewhere deep down, I felt the weight of stress I had normalised, the way I kept abandoning my own body to keep up. Then came the mindfulness challenge, a moment that cracked me wide open. For the first time, I could see how much strain I had been living under, the grief, the losses, the financial strain, financial losses, debt & infertility.

It was the beginning of a new way.

I started to question everything:
Why do we equate worth with hustle? What people think about us? Or how much money we make or how much success we’ve achieved?
Why do we let stress silently shape our lives like a hidden pandemic?
Why do we call some dreams “realistic” and others “impossible”?

That was when I stopped trying to build a life that looked acceptable and began to create one that felt true.

Writing became my compass. At first, it was just for me, a way to process, to heal, to listen to my own voice again. But over time, it became my calling. People say it’s “unrealistic” to get paid to write what’s on your heart, or to host circles and retreats simply because you love holding space. And yet… here I am. That’s the point. To live a life that makes people look twice and say: She’s living her life by doing what she loves? I want that too.