The Breaking Point

I was 25 when I met him. The warnings were there - friends, family, my own gut - but I ignored them all. I wanted to believe in love so badly that I overrode every instinct screaming "no."

Within months of moving in together, I lost myself. The independent woman who backpacked solo through Thailand, Bali, and Borneo disappeared. I learned to stay quiet, to shrink, to become invisible.

Then the violence started. I was pregnant, trapped, and terrified. The accusations, the lies, the apologies that blamed me for his actions - it was textbook abuse, but I couldn't see it yet.

When my mum visited, I finally told her everything. I planned my escape carefully. One morning, I pretended to go to work, circled the block, and went back to pack my bags. I called the police. My dad and brother drove 6 hours to get me. He spent the night in a cell. I reached safety.

The Messy Middle

Freedom didn't feel free at first. I carried so much shame - shame that I'd ignored the warnings, shame that I was pregnant with his child, shame that I wasn't "special enough" to change him.

I tried everything to heal: trauma therapy, CBT, counselling, meditation, yoga, alternative therapies, life coaching. Some helped. Some didn't. But the biggest breakthrough? Dance.

Salsa classes taught me to be present in my body again. Bachata reminded me what joy felt like. Line dancing gave me routines I could do at home, at the playground while my daughter played, anywhere I needed to move the stuck energy through my body.

I trained in Zumba®, became a life coach, studied somatic healing. I devoured courses on people-pleasing, boundaries, and nervous system regulation - not just to learn, but to survive and then thrive.

The Rebuild

Since leaving, I've had relationships that taught me hard lessons. The most important one? I can't stay with someone just because he's "not violent." I deserve more than that baseline.

I learned I was still people-pleasing, still pursuing love outside myself, still letting that wounded inner child drive my decisions. After years of work, I finally understand: the love I've been searching for has to come from me first.

Now? I'm clear on my patterns. I know what lights me up. I know my worth. And I'm building a life of freedom - the kind where I can live in Bali with my daughter, dance every day, eat nourishing food, and help other women break free from the cycles that once trapped me.

My Mission

I created RECLAIM YOU because I've walked this path. I know what it's like to lose yourself in a toxic relationship. I know the shame, the confusion, the fear of repeating patterns. And I know what it takes to rebuild - not just surface-level "I'm fine" but deep, embodied, soul-level transformation.

My dream? To help women rediscover themselves in one of the most beautiful and spiritual places in the world: Bali. To dance, heal, and become who we were always meant to be - before the world told us to be smaller.

Are you ready to reclaim YOU?