I spent 16 years searching for myself in books, workshops, courses… in other people. A true self-development junkie. Immigrating to the States at a young age and facing the reality of assimilation sent me searching for answers on how to fix myself to fit in. If only I could be as cool, as charismatic, as accomplished, as free, and brave as the people I admired. This introvert, INFJ, 6/3 Projector self just didn’t cut it.

I spent most of my life as the rule follower, the high achiever, hypervigilantly reading every room and situation to understand which version of me needed to show up in order to fit in. And I was good at it—so good, in fact, that my entire identity was built around the needs and expectations of others.

What I quickly came to realize was that fulfillment and self-acceptance go hand in hand.

True fulfillment requires honesty—the courage to look at the places within yourself that feel lacking and meet them with curiosity instead of judgment. It’s about accepting yourself fully: flaws, strengths, light, and dark. Two sides of the same coin.

After the birth of my second child, I found myself in the therapist's office in tears. I was so in love with this tiny human, yet I felt utterly empty. Unfulfilled. Lost. None of my self-help books had prepared me for the dissonance of this love. I was cracked open. How could I feel so deeply for someone else and yet hold so much disdain for myself?

And so began the rebuilding of the most important relationship in my life—my relationship with myself.

This became my ultimate DIY project: rebuilding from scratch. No, worse than scratch—starting in the deep, shame-filled trenches. It was uncomfortable, confusing, and at times overwhelming. I had to learn my operating system: my narratives, my beliefs, and the habits that kept me stuck. I had to learn how to honor my needs, wants, and desires while also discovering a new way forward that wasn’t in the hundreds of books I’d already read.

The goal? To become the self I craved to show up as: confident, empowered, and assertive.

In the face of all my doubts, I needed to prove to myself that it was possible—because the alternative was a life of emptiness.

Enter the ‘woo.’

You know how in Frozen 2, Elsa hears the voice calling to her? Mine wasn’t as dramatic, but it was just as persistent. Quiet, yet undeniable.

With a nudge from my therapist and support from my husband, I dove in. Oracle cards, subconscious reprogramming, breathwork, meditation, ancestral shamanic journeying, and even medicine work—my path was unconventional and unapologetically mine. It made no sense and all the sense simultaneously.

My brain couldn’t compute, but my soul knew.

I found a path to myself.

What I’ve learned since is that the path to fulfillment is different for each of us. It’s not about following someone else’s blueprint—it’s about finding your own. The version of you that you know exists, the one who feels aligned, confident, and fulfilled, is accessible.

It starts by learning to trust the resonance, the nudges, the inner knowing that guides you. It’s about collaborating with that knowing to build your unique roadmap—breadcrumb by breadcrumb.

For me, it’s about helping others do the same. I now work with leaders, entrepreneurs, and professionals who feel stuck in the space between what they truly want and what’s holding them back. Together, we simplify the complexity, uncover what’s true for them, and build momentum through practical strategies, emotional resilience, and alignment with their purpose.

Living in sync between your inner and outer expression is one of the most satisfying, transformative experiences we can create. It’s not easy—it takes courage, trial and error, and going against the norm. But the sweetness of alignment, of stepping into your purpose and watching your vision take shape, is a gift I wish for everyone.