The breakthrough story: I had it all. And lost MYSELF Anyway.

Deep down, I always knew there was more to life, an energy within me that wants to be expressed. Born in a diplomatic family where image was everything, I learned early how to behave, how to fit in, how to represent, and how not to be me. My childhood had no roots. By the age of twelve, I had lived in three countries and learned five languages, yet I couldn’t speak my own truth.

Every new beginning pulled me further from what I deeply knew was real. To survive, I became a chameleon, fitting in everywhere, belonging nowhere, and I started to escape through alcohol, drugs, and distraction, anything that made me forget.

When my first daughter was born, my angel, my reason to keep standing, motherhood awoke something fierce in me. I didn’t want her to live the instability I had known, so I built fast—an online business, success, financial freedom. And it worked, but when I reached my highest monthly income of twenty-seven thousand euros, I felt emptier than ever. From the outside, I was the strong, independent woman; inside, I was lost. My survival had simply learned a new language: success. All that striving was still another way of running from myself.

Soon after that realization, everything stopped. What began as burnout became something much deeper—a near-death experience. My body shut down completely. I was forced to surrender, to let go of control. In that silence, something greater met me—not religion, but pure truth, energy, and presence. A message that said: you can’t keep living like this. But you have a choice.

When I came back, I couldn’t go back to who I was. It felt like dying and being reborn at the same time, with a second chance. That moment became the beginning of remembrance, the slow unraveling of every layer I had built to survive and hide from who I really was.

I chose to face myself fully. It wasn’t a week or a month; it was years. It’s a journey, a deep dive into my own shadows, meeting every mask, every wound, every lie I had built to be loved and seen. I asked myself why I drank—really, not because it’s relaxing.

Why did I smoke? Why did I keep repeating the same patterns?

Was my business built from fear or from love? Layer by layer, the answers came. It was painful. It was raw. But it was real. I cried, I surrendered, I stayed close to myself.

Slowly, I rebuilt the connection with me again —learning to listen instead of run, to trust instead of control, to move from softness instead of survival. I made the hardest decision of my life:

I stopped the successful business I had built and gave myself a year of silence to remember who I was.

I became alcohol-free, smoke-free, free from every place I used to hide. I released toxic relationships and the conditioning that was never mine. Guided by my inner voice, I found answers along the way, like the Forgotten Flowers and cacao. I decided to create from love, not fear, and to ask with every choice: does this come from an old pattern or from inner truth? From fear or love?

The hardest part wasn’t healing; it was facing my loneliness. Not the kind that comes from being alone, but the one that comes from abandoning yourself. For years, I built connections from performance, becoming who others wanted me to be, building relationships on silent lies, not out of manipulation, but out of fear and protection.

Taking off those masks hurt. It meant losing people and ending patterns I once called love. But I realized they weren’t rejecting me; they were rejecting the version of me that wasn’t real. That was my biggest fear: not being loved, not being accepted, being left alone. But the freedom of speaking from my truth was stronger than the fear of being alone.

In that honesty, I found connection again—first with myself, then with others who could finally see me, as me. Looking back, I’ve lived both extremes, having everything and losing everything. Every breakdown became a breakthrough. It was never a loss; it was a return. Every fall brought me closer to truth. Freedom, I learned, isn’t something you chase or buy. It’s something you remember—the moment you stop running and start listening to what has always been inside. It opens your heart, your voice, and allows freedom to take place, the freedom we often search for outside.

Today, my mission is to inspire others to remember—to reconnect with their real voice, the one they silenced to be accepted. To feel again, to liberate themselves from the lies they’ve believed, to define what freedom truly means to them. This journey begins the moment you have the courage to come back home to yourself. It can start in many ways, with the Sacred Jar, the Forgotten Flowers & Cacao, or with the Deep Dive journey that invites you to reclaim your power from within. You can walk it alone or with me as your guide—at your own pace, in your own moments of truth—as we reconnect first with ourselves and then with others, from the love that was always there.

Today I can finally say the little girl inside me was always right. She was sensitive, connected, loved, and free. Now I live as her, balanced in my feminine and masculine energy, fully alive, fully me, as I continue to expand my connection with others and enjoying this beautiful journey

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