There was a time when I had everything that was supposed to make me happy: success, achievements, status. And yet, inside, I felt empty. A numbness I didn’t know how to name. I lived in constant pursuit, chasing success, validation, perfection. On the outside, it looked like I was winning. On the inside, I was slowly abandoning myself: my body, my emotions, my joy, my truth, all pushed aside in the name of doing more, proving more.

Until one day, I couldn’t keep running. I left everything behind, the business, my connections, the constant chase, and went to Madeira. There, my life changed completely. I committed to a journey of deep inner work, facing my shadows, my wounds, my patterns, and my traumas. In that process, I met myself for the first time. It was raw, honest, full of tears and surrender. That was the beginning of remembering.

From there, my path took me across continents, Mexico, Bali, Paraguay, each place peeling away another layer of programming. Each chapter brought me closer to my truth. I faced the parts of me I had learned to suppress, to hide, to feel guilty or ashamed about. I learned what self-love actually means, not as a concept, but as a lived experience.