My story begins in Toronto, Canada where I was born. Both my parents have a mixed heritage, my maternal line being Jamaican Irish, and the paternal Greek Romanian. My father fled from communist Romania to the Canada, without speaking the language but trusting that this is a place where he can build a life which would have never been possible in his politically oppressed home land.
My mother was quite young when she met him and had me. She is a very open minded, beautiful woman with great wits and amazing humor that I believed helped her raise me as we all moved back to Romania as soon as the communist dictator Ceausescu was taken down. I can’t even begin to imagine the cultural shock she had suddenly living in such a broken country, and despite the fact that my parents decided to break up and I remained with my father, she continues to be the primary supporting light in my life.
I grew up in Bucharest, with my father and my grandmother. I loved painting, drawing, writing stories, believed in reincarnation, and was constantly trying to move things with my mind, communicate telepathically or do other things which I later came to know as siddhis, the Vedic term for spiritual gifts. Even back then my life was governed by the desire to support others, and I was noticing how even adults would often feel inclined to connect with me and seek out advice, which always perplexed me. I always felt misunderstood, my creativity was not valued, and I was often told I needed to seek out a “normal” job because therapists and artists do not make enough money. Despite hearing this all the time, this burning desire remained in my heart even if I stopped talking about it with the adults around me.
When my grandmother, which was also the person that raised me primarily, passed on my 12th birthday, my father decided to send me to boarding school in the south of Germany. He wanted to make sure I will have all the opportunities he did not, and provided me with everything he thought I needed in order to thrive and be successful. Despite all of this, as a starseed child I never fit in, and always felt I do not belong. My teenage years were quite challenging, as I began to understand how my family dynamics affected my sense of self and my ability to cope in the world. I began going to psychotherapy sessions due to the recurring waves of depression I was dealing with. I remember telling my best friend at the time, that I believe the reason why I went through so much trauma and difficulties up until that point, was because I was meant to understand and help other when I grow up. Little did I know that this feeling will actually become reality and indeed be my soul mission for this incarnation.
I finished the gymnasium and signed up at the Communication Science University in Salzburg, Austria. I enjoyed all the new information on how people interact and all the sociological, psychological and philosophical framework I was learning, but as soon as I had an extensive course about advertising psychology, I realized I would never be able to pursue the career options which would open up for me when I would be one studying. The thought of using such dense 3D manipulation tactics to make people believe they need certain products to fit in, belong and be loved scared me and felt so wrong that I began having panic attacks each time I would stand in front of the entrance door trying to go to class. My soul was obviously trying to show me that I have a different path than the one I was on. My depression got exacerbated, I went through a painful break up from the partner I had at the time and ended up with a burn out, reaching the most difficult point in my life.