I have wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember. My mother, a nurse, supported sick people throughout her professional life. My mother’s work, her stories and knowledge have always accompanied me. Over time, I began to notice that difficult events and lifestyle can affect physical and mental health. I didn’t understand why, but I knew I wanted to follow this path and support people in their recovery. Towards the end of high school, I decided I wanted to study psychology.
During my studies, I started working in the HR department and continued working there for a few years after defending my master’s degree. I was sure that I needed more life experience and knowledge. During that time, I focused on the topic of stress and trauma in rescue, as well as event organization. I worked a lot, traveled a lot, did various sports, and enjoyed life on the sidelines. A few years later, I got sick. My always strong, healthy and fit body said stop.
Months of diagnosis didn’t bring me any closer to naming what was happening, let alone finding a solution. I felt physically ill, and with each passing week I became more and more scared, helpless and lost. I felt that there was some explanation and some way to get back to health. This was the beginning of my new path through life. Difficult, complicated but important. I had the honour of meeting many wonderful people along the way. I verified the knowledge and values with which I had been going through life. At some point I felt that I was ready to be a support and a guide, to the places I had come to know during my path, both therapeutic and personal.