I didn’t always believe that deep healing was possible.
I grew up in a small village in Eastern Europe, under a system that taught me to be quiet, invisible, and ashamed of wanting more. I carried a label of “not worthy” from as far back as I can remember — and I wore it like a second skin.

When I was young, I believed marriage would save me — so I married the wrong person for all the wrong reasons, desperately searching for love and security I’d never known. Instead, I found mental and physical abuse that broke me in places I didn’t know existed. By the time I ran away with two small children, I was carrying a bag full of pain I didn’t even have a name for yet.

For years, I kept searching for love in all the wrong places. More heartbreak. More loneliness. More proof that I wasn’t enough.  Money was always a struggle, and the idea of “deserving abundance” felt like a fantasy for other people — not girls like me.

And yet… there was always a stubborn spark inside me. Maybe you know that feeling, too. It’s that tiny voice that whispers, “There must be more to life than this.”

Mine led me to my second husband — my unexpected miracle. He showed up when I’d nearly given up on trusting anyone again. I call him my angel — the partner my soul always wanted. Together, we built a good life. We moved to Canada with three children and a few suitcases — and a big bag of old beliefs that crossed the ocean with me.

What nobody tells you is this:
When your outer world looks stable, your inner world can still feel painfully empty.
Even with a loving family, I carried old wounds and invisible walls that made me feel alone — right next to the man I loved.

Then menopause hit — and my body, mind, and spirit demanded my attention. I always say menopause saved my life. It cracked me open so I could finally see the parts of me I’d ignored for decades. The parts that kept me feeling unseen in my own marriage.

I went on my real healing journey — books, teachers, tapping, trauma work, energy work, laughter yoga — I devoured every tool I could find. I learned that I didn’t have to try to fix my husband. I had to change my energy.

I stopped searching for myself in his eyes. I stopped needing his validation. And I finally learned to see me.

I’m still evolving — but I am no longer who I used to be. I’m proof that you don’t always have to run away to find yourself — sometimes, you stay, but you heal the YOU who’s choosing.

 You can rewrite your story. You can build a new identity and become the woman you always were under the

 weight of it all. Sometimes, you rediscover the spark you thought was lost forever.

Now I am here — your One-Woman Soul Rehab.

I guide mature women who feel lonely, invisible, or unappreciated in their marriage — who wonder if it’s too late, 

if they’re too much, or if they’re selfish for wanting more.

I promise you: It’s not too late. It’s never too late.

There is more love. More connection. More laughter. More you.

What would happen if you stopped carrying what was never yours?
Who could you become if you learned to hold yourself — and your partner — as sacred?
What part of your relationship chaos is ready to become Tomato Gold™?

This is my story — but it’s yours, too.
You don’t have to do it alone.

With love, laughter, and a deep exhale,