My journey began with a heartbreak that shaped the next 35 years of my life. My first love shattered my trust, and betrayal became a familiar pattern. I grew guarded, angry, and resentful — hardened, without even realising it.

 

At seventeen, I became a mother.

 

With the support of my family, I stepped into adulthood quickly, taking my first job in a local chicken factory to support my daughter. I planned to stay a short while; instead, I spent 33 years there, working my way from the factory line into management.

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Ambitious, determined, and fiercely driven, I carved out a successful career, eventually becoming Training Manager across three sites. Along the way, I learned more about people — and more about myself. In my younger years, I led with force, believing firmness was strength.

 

But beneath that armour was a softness I hadn’t yet learned to trust.

 

Studying for a counselling diploma deepened my self-awareness. I realised people often feared my honesty because it came wrapped in aggression. That insight changed me. I began softening my edges, speaking from a clearer place, allowing more of my true nature to come through.

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Yet, even as my career grew, my personal life carried old wounds. Relationship after relationship fell apart. The one deep soul connection I had — a love that ran far beneath the surface — ended too. Life kept drawing us back together, but when he passed away, it broke something in me. I told myself I would never love again, and I’ve remained single since.

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Despite everything, I always cared deeply for others. I offered my time, my energy, my compassion — even travelling to Africa to support disabled children. I was the dependable one, the listener, the helper. But I never gave myself the same devotion. I didn’t feel worthy of it.

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In my mid-forties, menopause hit like a storm. My emotions spun out of control — anger, depression, exhaustion. And then the world shifted with COVID. Working from home, I sank further into a dark place. I had a good job and a loving family, but deep inside, I was lost.

 

Something in me was calling out, but I couldn’t yet hear it.

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Then I found Reiki.

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Meditation became my doorway to inner peace. Daily self-healing became my promise to myself. I began releasing what weighed me down — old patterns, traumas, grief, and the belief that I was not enough. I met my spirit guides, connected with my soulmate in spirit, and slowly mended the parts of me I had buried. For the first time, I put myself first — understanding that self-honouring is not selfish, but necessary.

 

Traveling to Bali alone was the turning point. Three weeks with myself, in quiet communion, showed me the freedom of being deeply connected to who I truly am. Nearly two years after that journey, I feel lighter, whole, and at peace — finally at home within myself.

 

Now, my purpose is clear: to guide others back to their true self, to help them untangle their deepest thoughts and emotions, release what their body still carries, and discover the inner peace that is waiting for all of us.