I don’t believe in fixing people—because I don’t think we were ever broken to begin with. We just forget. Forget our natural rhythms, our connection to ourselves, each other, and the planet. My own healing journey wasn’t about finding a guru or subscribing to a single path—it was about collecting tools, trying them, discarding what didn’t work, and integrating what did. Over the years, I became a wellness certification junkie—not to collect accolades, but out of curiosity and a hunger to understand. I’ve invested much of my savings into personal growth, not to master something, but to become a better student.

Now, I share what I’ve learned—not as an expert with all the answers, but as a fellow traveler carving a path off the beaten road. My work isn’t about telling people how to live, but offering tools that helped me, in case they might help you too. A dear friend often talks about seeing the world through borrowed eyes, and in many ways, that’s what I hope to offer—reflecting back the beauty, strength, and wisdom that may have been dormant, forgotten, or simply waiting for the right moment to be remembered.

These days, my life looks different. The red-soled designer heels have been traded for bare feet in the sand. The luxury SUV for an e-bike. The endless social calendar for Friday sunset walks with my family. My work is no longer about external experiences—it’s about guiding others back to their internal landscapes, to the wholeness that lingers just beneath the noise, patiently waiting to be rediscovered.

I now live between La Union, a surf town in the Philippines, and Bali, where the ocean hums and life slows down enough for you to hear yourself again.