By 28, my life looked great on paper — a senior role in financial services, a long-term relationship, a home in London. I was traveling often, moving fast, always achieving.

Then everything changed. A breakup on our honeymoon unraveled the life I’d built. What followed was a blur of new jobs, a new flat, a new relationship — trying to rebuild something that looked right, but didn’t feel true.

The emptiness stayed.

In 2020, when the world paused, so did I. A planned holiday turned into an unexpected lockdown in the Costa Rican jungle (I did not complain even for a second) — and, for the first time in years, I slowed down enough to really listen.

Nothing was ever the same again. When I got back to London after 4 months, I sold my flat, quit my job, packed everything into storage, left London and moved to Mexico.

I followed my curiosity — not toward a new title, but a more honest way of living. I trained in Breathwork, Human Design, somatics, IFS, and the psychology of transition. Slowly, a new path emerged — one rooted in self-trust.

One workshop turned into private clients. Those turned into a waitlist. Then retreats, 1:1 mentorship, and a growing global community.

Now, I support others in that same threshold — the space between what’s no longer true and what’s not yet formed. I don’t offer quick fixes. I offer safe space, honest guidance, and steady support — for the ones ready to begin.