I was born between worlds.

My life began in a refugee camp, suspended between Cambodia and the country that would become home. From the beginning, I carried the memory of loss and the longing for safety.

Growing up in Australia, I learned to adapt. To succeed. To make everyone proud. On the outside, my life looked good -career, relationships, all the things I was told would bring happiness. But inside I was exhausted and disconnected, unsure where I truly belonged.

In my early thirties, everything fractured. The ways I had learned to cope -working harder, numbing, escaping -stopped working. I didn't recognise the woman I'd become.

Seven years ago, I did the only thing that made sense: I went back to Cambodia. Back to the land that first held me. I walked through the village where my grandfather was born, spoke my mother tongue again, listened to family stories, and sat with my grandmother. I saw how different my life could have been. I felt gratitude and grief, both. That time re-rooted me - it connected me to my lineage, to my ancestors, to the parts of myself I had forgotten.

When I returned to Australia, I tried to step back into corporate life, but it no longer fit. I saw how much of my energy went into performing a version of myself that wasn't real. I wanted a different way to live-one that felt meaningful, connected, whole.

That's when I found Reiki. It helped me understand what I had felt but couldn't name- that everything is energy, that healing begins the moment we remember who we are. I began learning and practising quietly while still working in corporate bridging my old world and the new one.

Then, three years ago, my world collapsed again. Within a single month I lost my job, my home, and a five-year relationship. Everything I had been holding onto fell away. It was terrifying, but it was also the moment I chose to live what I had been teaching -to trust. to surrender to rebuild from truth.

I left corporate for good and began travelling -not to escape, but to reconnect. I moved slowly, learned sound healing, studied the power of vibration, and saw how culture, nature, and spirit all speak in the same language when we slow down enough to listen.

That journey taught me that healing doesn't require a plane ticket or a perfect plan. It can begin anywhere- in your hometown, on your lunch break, in the quiet moment you decide to come back to yourself.

Now, I guide others through retreats, trainings, and circles designed to bring them home to that same remembering.Because I've learned that collapse isn't a failure-it's an invitation. When life as you know it falls apart, it's not punishment; it's the opening. And I hope my story can help someone trust that
opening -the unraveling, the rebirth, the quiet return
to self.