About | Urszula Kudla

My Story

I did not always believe deep healing was possible.

I grew up in a small village in Eastern Europe, under a system that taught people to be quiet, invisible, and grateful for whatever they were given. Wanting more felt dangerous. Speaking up felt risky. And somewhere very early, I took on a belief that followed me for years.

I am not worthy.

I carried that label like a second skin.

When I was young, I truly believed marriage would save me. I thought love would finally give me the safety I had never felt. So I married the wrong person for the wrong reasons. Not because I was careless, but because I was hungry for security, for belonging, for a home inside someone else.

Instead, I found mental and physical abuse that broke me in places I did not even have words for yet.

When I finally left, I had two small children and a body filled with survival. I was carrying a bag full of pain, but I did not yet know how to name it, hold it, or heal it. I only knew I could not stay.

For a long time after that, I kept searching for love in all the wrong places. More heartbreak. More loneliness. More proof that I was not enough. Money was always tight, and the idea of deserving abundance felt like something meant for other women, not someone like me.

And yet, there was always a stubborn spark inside me.

Maybe you know that spark, too. The quiet voice that whispers, there must be more to life than this.

That spark led me to my second husband, my unexpected miracle. He entered my life when I had almost given up on trusting anyone again. He showed me steadiness. Kindness. A love that did not demand I shrink.

I still call him my angel, because he felt like an answer I did not think I deserved.

Together, we built a good life. We moved to Canada with three children, a few suitcases, and all the old beliefs that traveled with me across the ocean.

Because here is what nobody tells you.

A good life does not automatically heal old wounds. Love can be present, and healing can still be necessary.

I was in a loving relationship, but my inner world was still shaped by the past. I noticed patterns in my thoughts, my emotions, and my body that had nothing to do with my husband, and everything to do with what I had survived. Something in me was ready to change.

Then menopause arrived.
And it demanded my attention.

I always say menopause saved my life. It cracked me open in the exact way I needed.

It forced me to face the parts of me I had ignored for decades.

The parts that still felt unworthy.

The parts that still lived in scarcity.

The parts that still believed love had to be earned.

That was the beginning of my real healing.

I started learning.

I read books.

I found teachers.

I practiced EFT tapping.

I explored trauma work, energy work, laughter yoga, and deep emotional release.

I reached for every tool that helped me come back to myself.

I realized that true self care is not a trend or a treat.

It is a way of living.

It is a complete transformation of how you think, how you feel, how you relate, and how you choose.

Slowly, I stopped searching for validation outside of me.
And I finally learned to see me.

I began to hold myself as sacred. I reclaimed my identity.

Not the roles.

Not the masks.

Not the version of me shaped by fear.

I became the woman I was always meant to be.

And then something shifted.

When I started honoring myself, my whole life began to change.

I made different choices.

I set different boundaries.

I stopped abandoning myself.

And the way people met me began to change too.

I am still evolving, but I am no longer who I used to be.

I am proof that you do not always have to leave your life to find yourself. Sometimes you stay and do the deeper work. You heal what has been running the show in the background. You come back to the woman you have always been.

That is why I do what I do now.

I guide mature women who feel lonely, invisible, or unappreciated in their marriage or relationships.

Women who wonder if it is too late, if they are too much, or if they are selfish for wanting more.

Women who are ready to stop repeating painful patterns and start living from wholeness.

I promise you this.

It is not too late. It is 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 as sacred?
What if the chaos you have lived through could become wisdom, strength, and gold?

This is my story.
And in so many ways, it might be yours, too.

You do not have to do it alone.

Urszula