From Chaos to My Sensual Awakening

      I’ve always felt everything about people’s moods, the energy in the room, even the tension before anyone said a word.

As a kid, that was too much. No one told me it was okay to feel that deeply. Instead, I was told I was “too sensitive,” “too dramatic,” and “too emotional.” So I learned to hide it.

Home was loud. There was fighting, yelling, and things breaking. I used to sit in my room, cover my ears, and hope it would stop. I became the quiet one soft-spoken, polite, invisible. My shoulders were always tight, my voice small.

I thought if I just behaved and stayed out of the way, I’d be safe. But even back then, my body tried to reach me. When no one was home, I would put on music and dance.

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     Those were the only moments I felt free, like something in me was still alive. And I remember watching Shakira, the way she moved her hips, how confident and wild she was. She always stirred something inside me. I used to think, I want to feel that alive. But I couldn’t let myself.

Where I grew up, a woman who moved like that was seen as shameful. So I stopped dancing. I buried that part of me under “be nice,” “be good,” “don’t show too much.” Years later, I moved to a new country. I saw women walking freely, showing their skin, laughing loudly. It shocked me, maybe even scared me, because deep down, I wanted that freedom too. But I had no idea how to give it to myself.

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     I spent years just existing. Doing everything “right.” Smiling. Working. Saying yes when I wanted to say no.

I looked fine from the outside, but inside, I felt disconnected from myself and from everyone around me.

Even in relationships, I kept attracting men who looked perfect on paper but something was always missing. 

Back then, I couldn’t explain it, but now I know: I was searching for something deeper. I was searching for myself. Then one day, everything started to change. 

I went on a hike alone, something told me I needed to. It was quiet, just trees, air, and me. Halfway through the trail, I stopped and suddenly started crying. Not a tear or two, the kind of crying that shakes your whole body. I didn’t know why. I just knew something inside me cracked open.

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     A few weeks later, I went to a park. I lay down on the grass, staring at the sky, trying to breathe. And then I heard this voice inside say, “I want to feel the earth.” So I listened. I lifted my shirt a little and let the grass touch my skin. The moment I did, it was like electricity ran through me like my body had been asleep for years and suddenly woke up. I cried again, but it wasn’t from sadness this time. It felt like my body was saying, “You’re back.” That moment changed me.

After that day, I couldn’t go back to pretending I was fine. I started learning about trauma, embodiment, and feminine energy.

I tried everything that helped me listen to my body again: movement, sound, breath, and healing.

Each time I moved, something old released. Slowly, I started to feel safe in my body again.

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     Now, I help women do the same to reconnect with their bodies, trust their intuition, and awaken their feminine energy. To release the shame, to feel alive again, to come back home to themselves.

Because I know what it’s like to live disconnected from your body, and I know how life changes when you come back home to it. That’s why I guide women through the same process, step by step.

When you reconnect with your body, your intuition, and your feminine energy, you stop chasing what’s outside of you and start remembering who you truly are.