Hi
I’ve always felt that my childhood was beautiful. Not because everything was perfect, but because even back then, I already knew how to see the world through a different kind of light. I was a quiet child. Not sad or broken—just… inward. I loved listening to silence, because in silence, the world spoke to me more clearly than any voice ever could.
I believed, from the earliest age, that there was something greater—something not everyone could see, but something I felt as intimately as I felt my own soul. For me, it was never a question of whether God or the Universe existed. It was like breathing—natural, undeniable.
I am highly sensitive. It is not a burden—it is a gift. But it also means that I do not feel well in large crowds. Unless I am the one creating the space, holding the space, guiding it—then I’d rather be alone, be in nature, be in my thoughts and feelings, where everything is real.
I sense things. I didn’t learn it—it’s not a set of skills. It simply is. Like light that enters some people more softly, and in others more brightly—that light has always lived inside me. At times, it has even felt like a wildfire, because everything seems stronger, louder, deeper. But I always rise. I’ve done it before, again and again. The more the world tests me, the more I remember why I came here.
I came to create love. That is the purest wish of my heart. Not just in relationships, but everywhere—in the world, within people, in their eyes, in their moments, in the everyday life they no longer see, because they’re buried under the programs they were taught in childhood.
I, too, was taught—like all of us. I was taught that weight defines beauty. That being quiet is strange. That sensitivity is weakness. That you must fit in. But I didn’t want to fit in—I wanted to remember. And now I do.
I am not more powerful than others. No one is. If someone believes they are “gifted” or “more spiritual” than someone else, they are the most deeply mistaken. Because that is ego, not power. We are all made of light—we’ve all come from the same Source, to carry our own truth, not to outshine one another.
My path hasn’t been easy—but it has been real. And now, standing on this path with open eyes and an open heart, I know with certainty—I came here to help others remember themselves. Not to learn something new, but to remember who they truly are.