For most of my life, I lived in survival mode — shut down, numb, and disconnected from who I truly was.

I grew up without my father, in a home where emotions weren’t safe to express. My mother carried her own unprocessed pain, and I became the outlet for her frustration. I learned to numb myself, to dissociate, because the pain felt too much. (maybe ention my parents seperated, mention unstable lifestyle with lots with moving and changing school and country) I never felt belonging, i always felt diffirent did not know who i am. I LEARNED early on to close my heart,

As a teenager, I fell into depression. I hated my body, felt lost, and didn’t belong anywhere. I pretended to be strong on the outside while battling toxic relationships, addiction, overwork, and self-abandonment on the inside. I had no self-worth, no self-love, no trust in myself. Many times, the pain felt unbearable. And yet, a tiny voice inside always whispered: There’s still hope. That voice kept me alive.

I tried everything to heal my traumas— years of therapy, self-development, chasing success, materialism. Some helped, but something was still missing: a way to feel truly safe in my own body, no matter what I was going through.

The deepest shift came when I began to work with my body.
I learned to listen, to trust, and to let my body guide me. I worked with my feminine essence — my cycle, my womb, my pleasure — and learned to feel emotions I once ran from. I cried, raged, screamed, grieved. I held my inner child and teenager again and again. Slowly, the walls around my heart crumbled, my patterns began to break, and my body and womb began to heal.

And something magical happened: I started to feel alive. Blissful. Free. Grateful. Joyful. Safe in myself. Today, I trust my ability to hold myself through anything. My heart is open, and I am in love with all parts of my being. I have finally come home to myself — and remembered my power.