Mother by profession, teacher by passion and traveller by choice.
For sixteen years, teaching was at the heart of my life. I loved it: the chance to connect with young minds, to learn from them as much as they learnt from me, and to contribute in my own small way to their growth.
But there was always another part of me, a quiet and natural pull towards spirituality. I cannot say exactly when that journey began. It feels as though it was always there, simply waiting for me to be ready.
When the time was right, life began to open new doors. I was still the person who loved teaching, yet something within me was changing. Fatigue was setting in, my health was becoming a concern, and a shift I could not quite explain was taking place. Looking back, I sometimes wonder whether I was being guided towards a new chapter long before I understood why.
I chose to follow that calling.
My First Steps into Healing
My healing journey began in 2019, when I learnt Reiki.
Before offering it to anyone else, I practised on myself, my family and my friends. I wanted to understand what I was learning, grow familiar with the techniques and reflect honestly on how I could improve. I believe that learning any healing practice comes with a responsibility: to practise thoughtfully, to stay curious and to understand its limits.
One learning led to another. I explored angel card reading, aura reading and scanning, Trishakti healing, sound healing, spiritual ascension techniques, crystals and bath salts. Each one offered a new way of seeing spirituality, energy, self-awareness and wellbeing.
My journey was never about collecting techniques. It was about continuing to explore, to understand and to learn. And I still am.
When Life Became My Teacher
As I walked this path, I was also facing a deeply personal challenge: chronic kidney disease.
There is a difference between understanding acceptance and being asked to live it. Illness can change the way you see your body, your plans, your relationships and even your sense of who you are. There are moments of uncertainty, fatigue and fear, and questions that have no easy answers.
My own journey brought me face to face with all of this. I had to learn that acceptance does not mean liking what is happening. Surrender does not mean giving up. And faith does not mean we will never feel afraid, or never question what life has placed before us.
For me, acceptance is acknowledging the present moment as it is, without losing myself in the wish that things were different. Surrender is loosening my need to control every outcome, while still taking the steps that are within my hands.
Alongside medical care and the love of my family, spirituality and healing have remained meaningful parts of my journey. They give me ways to pause, to reflect and to come back to myself.
I share this not because I have all the answers, but because I know how much it means to feel understood when life takes an unexpected turn. If you are navigating a health challenge of your own, I hope my story reminds you that you do not have to have everything figured out today. You can acknowledge what is difficult, seek the support you need and still leave room for hope.
The Healer Is Also a Learner
My family and friends have supported me throughout, and I am deeply grateful. Of course, doubts arise. We are human, after all. But I have learnt that a moment of doubt need not be a reason to stop. Sometimes it is an invitation to reflect, to learn and to approach things differently.
Becoming a healer does not mean reaching a point where learning is complete. We must stay open, keep exploring and remain willing to grow. That is the spirit I bring to my work today.
Through the Healing Room at Marea Wellness, I hope to offer a space where people can slow down, reconnect with themselves and explore complementary healing with openness, compassion and realistic expectations.
I do not see healing as the promise of a miracle, nor as a replacement for medical care. I see it as one supportive part of a person's wider wellbeing, alongside the care and guidance of qualified health professionals.
A Journey That Continues
When I look back, I do not see my move from teaching to healing as leaving one identity behind for another. I see the thread that connects them.
Teaching taught me patience, the value of listening and the importance of meeting people where they are. Spirituality encouraged me to keep looking within. And my health journey continues to teach me lessons no book or course could have prepared me for.
Through it all, I remain a mother, a teacher at heart, a traveller by choice and a lifelong learner. If one thought captures where I am today, it is this:
Acceptance helps us meet ourselves where we are. Surrender allows us to make peace with what we cannot control. And learning keeps us open to who we can still become.
My journey is still unfolding. I am still learning, still exploring, still discovering. Perhaps that is its real beauty: we do not need to be perfect, or to have every answer, before we begin. Sometimes we simply have to be willing to take the next step.
From Dialysis to a New Beginning: A Journey We Took Together
February changed our lives.
When I started dialysis, I knew life would be different. But knowing something and living through it are two very different things.
The long hours of treatment, the physical exhaustion, the frequent appointments and the constant monitoring slowly became part of our routine. As the months passed, my health grew more fragile, and other aspects of my wellbeing were affected too. It was a difficult time, and we knew we had to look towards the next step.
Illness never affects just one person. While I was facing the physical challenges, my family was living through its own: the worry, the uncertainty, the emotional strain and the helplessness of watching someone you love struggle. Together, we were learning to live with a reality none of us had planned for.
Through it all, my husband stood beside me.
When we began moving towards a kidney transplant, he stepped forward to donate his kidney to me. It is hard to put into words what that means: to know that the person who has walked beside you through life's ordinary days is also willing to stand with you through something so life-changing.
After months of dialysis, tests and preparation, we went ahead with the transplant in September.
The road from February to September was not easy. There were hard days and much uncertainty, and so much we had to navigate together. But there was also the strength of family, the commitment of the medical team and the hope of a new chapter.
A transplant is not the end of the journey. It brings its own responsibilities, medicines, precautions and adjustments. But it also opens the door to a different phase of life.
When I look back, I remember not only the dialysis sessions and hospital visits, but the people who stood beside me at every step. Above all, I remember my husband, whose decision to give me his kidney became one of the most profound expressions of love I have ever known.
Sometimes, the greatest strength is not in facing a difficult journey alone, but in having someone who chooses to walk it with you.
September marked the beginning of a new chapter for us, one we continue to meet with gratitude, patience and hope.
