For much of my life, I searched for healing. I grew up in an environment where love felt conditional and where silence seemed safer than speaking. Like many, I carried wounds from childhood into my adult life—seeking belonging in relationships, chasing validation in work, and repeating patterns that left me disconnected from myself.

My turning point came when I left my home country behind in search of something I couldn’t yet name. That journey led me through years of inner work, from NLP to hypnotherapy, RTT, and energy practices. Each step gave me new awareness, but I also discovered that healing isn’t a finish line. Even after years of self-work, I found myself back in my childhood home, realizing that old triggers lived on in my body. Healing wasn’t about erasing them—it was about learning to digest them, to recalibrate, and to live from truth rather than survival.

That’s when everything shifted. I understood that real transformation isn’t about becoming a perfected, “healed” version of ourselves—it’s about becoming human again. Rooted, messy, resilient, alive.

This is the journey I write about in my book Dancing with Life, A Journey Back to Yourself, and the essence of my work today. I guide people through the same path: from healing old wounds at the roots, to recalibrating their daily lives, to branching out into intuition, expansion, and authentic self-expression.

We often mix healing with spirituality—I certainly did—believing it meant always reaching for the higher, the lighter, the endlessly healed and loving version of myself. But what I’ve learned is that true spirituality isn’t about floating above life—it’s about embodying it. It’s about allowing the full spectrum of human experience, feeling it all, digesting it, without fear, without resistance, and still choosing to live in alignment with who you are.

I don’t claim to be healed or enlightened—I claim to be human. And that, I’ve learned, is enough.