​As a young child, I used to lay in the fields and listened to the wind.
The earth held me.

 

My intuition guided me. I picked flowers & herbs and I felt connected to the unseen.

I was always wondering about the meaning of things.

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I wanted to know why hearts break,
why we lose ourselves,
and how healing truly begins.

At eleven, I discovered The Red Book by C. G. Jung — flipping through its pages in the library every Saturday, like a secret mirror. I didn’t yet have the words, but I felt the depth. The symbols called me home.

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By fifteen, I left home — in devotion to something truer.
Connection. The deep longing to understand what lies beneath the surface of things.

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Since then, life has taken me through many initiations.
Loss. Motherhood. A divorce in my thirties that cracked me open.  More love.  Patchwork.

And in the quiet aftermath, I returned to my first loves: art and psy.

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I began creating again — with my hands, my senses, my intuition.
I completed an art matura to honor the creative force within me, and soon after, I followed the deeper calling that had never left: psychology.

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Today at almost 36, I’m a mother of two amazing children, two lovely cats and I'm a student of applied psychology in ZH, where I also live with my precious little family.
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