What shaped me?
THE UNFOLDING
A Journey Through Transformation
I’ve lived many lives within one body. Born in Iran, raised in Italy, and called to the U.S., my path has never been linear. Each culture, each rupture, each moment of disorientation became a teacher—illuminating the unseen forces that shape who we become. Looking back, it feels as though I’ve lived multiple lifetimes within one… and perhaps I truly have.
NAVIGATING CHAOS AND LOSS
My early years in Iran unfolded against the backdrop of revolution and war. As a child, I was thrust into chaos, fear, and uncertainty—realities shifting faster than I could comprehend. At seven my family moved to Italy to my mom’s hometown, leaving behind the life I knew until then. Shortly after, at eight, my father was killed by the Iranian government, leaving an indelible wound and a deep sense of injustice that shattered my world. In the silence that followed, the pain I carried like armor, buried itself deep within me, shaping patterns of loss, toxicity, and inner suffering that echoed the original wound—even as something in me silently searched for the light.
Cultural Crossroads
SHIFTING REALITIES
Worlds Apart
Raised in Italy, my early childhood was a world apart from the life I would eventually build. Though I created a new life in my new home, surrounded by meaningful friendships, my soul still longed for deeper understanding and connection. On the surface, I appeared to be living a “great” life, but within, I felt a stirring—an unspoken tension that only grew with time.
FAMILY DYNAMICS: HIDDEN TRAUMAS
In my family, the echoes of generational pain were felt beneath the surface, shaping every dynamic. Unresolved trauma, grief that had never been processed, and resentment left unspoken created an undercurrent of fear, anger, and sadness. These emotions were a constant presence—at the dinner table, in our conversations, in the spaces between us. Love was undeniably present, but it was always wrapped in the weight of everything left unaddressed.
By my mid-teens, depression took root. Therapy came like a lifeline, but I was met with an environment that didn’t know how to hold my truth. I felt unseen, unheard, and out of place in a world that expected me to simply “snap out of it” when all I longed for was the space to truly be human.
NY:New Beginnings
SEEKING FREEDOM
A New Beginning in the U.S.
Growing up in Italy in my late teens I moved forward by default—adrift, numb, falling into life rather than consciously choosing it. I studied Political Science because it sounded respectable, yet my heart wasn’t in it. Numbed by antidepressants and disconnected from my own aliveness, I carried on with a life that never felt like mine. Inside, I was quietly unraveling. Then one day… a whisper stirred within: I needed distance—from expectations, from old narratives, from the version of myself I’d been shaped into.
So I followed it. I left Italy for the United States, intending to stay just one year. I didn’t know what I sought—only that I needed space to become, to be no one, to remember who I truly was beyond all I had inherited.
LOVE AND LOSS: THE DEEPEST TRANSFORMATIONS
In the U.S., I fell in love—deep, soul‑shifting love. Through him, I discovered joy, creativity, passion, and the capacity to love and be loved in ways I never thought possible. For the first time, I saw my own light—radiant, alive, undeniable. That inner spark led me to pursue a degree in Fashion Design, where I finally said yes to my creative essence. I graduated summa cum laude, filled with purpose, aliveness, and a vision for the future. It felt like life was beginning again.
DESCENT INTO GRIEF
But life, in its mysterious, soul‑forging way, shattered it all. At 30, my husband—the love of my life—was diagnosed with cancer. His three‑year battle and eventual passing became the most defining chapter of my life. With his last breath, something in me died too. I was consumed by grief that fractured my identity, flooded my body, and tore open my soul. The world once again felt foreign and unkind, and the deeper existential questions returned—louder, more insistent.
What followed was a descent—dark, mystical, and utterly disorienting. A two‑year spiral into the underworld of my own becoming. Terrifying. Soul‑crushing. Sacred. Looking back now, I know it was part of my awakening. A necessary unraveling. The death before the rebirth. Slowly, painfully… I began to rise.
Love + Motherhood
CHOSEN FAMILY
Love & New Beginnings
In that spiral of return, I met my second husband—a kindred soul who’d lost his father at eight. For the first time, I felt deeply understood… and something in me softened. The years that followed felt brighter—filled with hope, and the tender promise of new beginnings.
MOTHERHOOD: MIRACLE AND CHAOS
We chose to become parents, and I held the dream of baby giggles and soft nursery light close to my heart.
Then our son arrived—the greatest miracle of my life. I was in love and terrified. Pregnancy was difficult; postpartum even more so. I thought I’d bounce back, find my rhythm, “figure it out.” Instead, I was humbled to my knees. And the miracle of life manifested again bringing us our daughter, I realized that motherhood’s sacredness often arrives cloaked in chaos—diaper explosions, endless nights, the aching grief of forgetting who you are in the process of becoming everything to everyone else.
ENTREPRENEURSHIP: CHASING FREEDOM, FINDING OVERWHELM
At some point, I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the woman staring back. Not just physically—spiritually. Who was I beyond mother, wife, or designer? Entrepreneurship beckoned—a blurry vision of freedom. I built a business, wore every hat, and poured everything in. But instead of freedom, I found overwhelm and exhaustion, and behind the scenes, my marriage began to unravel under the weight of expectations and unspoken needs.
UNRAVELING
THE BREAKDOWN
Unravelling and Awakening
MARRIAGE UNRAVELED: A SECOND LOSS
Sleep deprivation, sacred pressure, and diverging values pulled us apart. After trying everything, we made the hardest decision to separate. What began amicably became a four‑year legal crossfire during a global pandemic, raising two young children alone. I witnessed years of shared memories dissolve into bitterness and lies. A broken system left me feeling helpless, unseen, and lost in the storm—yet still, my soul refused to settle.
AWAKENING THROUGH GRIEF: REMEMBERING WHO I AM
In the midst of divorce and single‑parent burnout, a deeper truth stirred: I wasn’t here to fix myself; I was here to remember who I truly am. Through motherhood’s chaos, grief’s alchemy, creative expression, and spiritual awakening, guided by coaching I discovered a resilience I never knew I had—and the profound power of radical self‑remembering.
EMERGENCE OF MY CALLING
As coaching re‑entered my life, it became a guiding light—less about unpacking the past and more about designing a life in alignment with my deepest self. Soon after, plant medicine and psychedelic integration arrived, shattering my worldview and opening new powerful dimensions of healing and creativity. The synergy of plant medicine, coaching and integration became the most potent holistic approach I’d ever experienced—empowering me to release old stories and step fully into who I was born to be.
Space Holder
DEVOTION
My Mission
GUIDING TRANSFORMATIVE JOURNEYS
Today, as a Self Leadership & Psychedelic Integration Coach, I draw upon my own passage through heartbreak, rebirth, and radical self‑rediscovery to support heart‑led healers, creators, and change‑makers on their own paths of transformation and Life Design. I believe in honoring exactly where we are—even when it feels painful—and gently releasing what no longer serves our highest good. With deep compassion and unconditional love, I hold space for every part of your story, witnessing both your wounds and your strengths without judgment. Together, we co‑create a life designed from a place of inner clarity and authentic embodiment—helping you align your decisions, actions, and purpose with the deeper knowing of who you truly are. In this sacred space, you’ll remember your true essence—to rise not as someone new, but as who they’ve always been beneath the noise.
AN INVITATION TO REMEMBER
You don’t need to fix yourself. You need only remember. If your soul is calling you toward healing, creativity, and freedom—let’s walk this path together. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll meet you there.
“Healing isn’t about becoming someone else. It’s about coming home to who you already are.”
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