Ever since I can remember, I wanted to become a doctor. My mother — a nurse — spent her entire professional life supporting people who were ill, and her work and experiences were always present in our home.
Over time, I began to notice that lifestyle and difficult experiences can affect both a person’s physical and mental health. I didn’t yet have the words for it, but I knew I wanted to work with people and support them on their path to health. At the end of high school, I chose to study psychology.
During my studies, I started working in HR, where I also continued for several years after completing my master’s degree. At the same time, I became increasingly interested in stress and trauma, also in the context of work within emergency services environments.
I lived intensely — combining work, travel, and sport — until at some point my body stopped me in a way I could no longer ignore.
The period of diagnosis did not bring clear answers or relief. Fear, helplessness, and confusion appeared, but alongside them there was also a sense that there must be an explanation and a way back to health. This experience became the beginning of a profound change in my life — a difficult but important one.
During that time, I met people who had a real impact on my path. I began to question and re-evaluate my previous knowledge and values. Over time, I felt ready to accompany others in areas I had come to know deeply — both through therapeutic work and through my own lived experience.
