My story

I Was a Child of War and Joy

I was born in Bosnia, surrounded by love, family, and community, until war shattered it all. One day, as we returned home, soldiers took my father, accusing him of throwing a bomb from a van. No questions, no chance to explain. My brother and I were rushed to my grandmother while my mother acted fast, convincing a neighbor to take her to the police station.

Her courage saved his life. A name difference led one of the sergeants to release him. If not for her, they would have killed my father that day.

That moment changed everything. My father fled to Germany to create a new life for all of us and not long after, we followed him.

I was eight years old when I left my country, my home. 

A New Life in Germany

At first, Germany felt like a fresh start. I adapted quickly, learning the language, settling into a new routine, and finding joy in small things. As time passed, challenges surfaced. I began to be picked on, singled out for being different and I realised, the only place I felt safe was among my own kind.

Still, I kept going and I kept adapting because deep down, I knew, this wasn’t permanent. I knew another change was coming.

After five years, my family had to leave again and this time, we chose Australia.

I was 13 years old. Another country. Another beginning.

Starting Over in Australia

At 13, I arrived in Australia, carrying more than just my belongings, I carried an attitude shaped by my time in Germany. There, I had my older brother protecting me, and that sense of security gave me confidence. I brought that same arrogance into my new home in Frankston and it led to trouble.

High school was a battleground. My attitude clashed with different groups, and before long, I found myself in constant conflict. I didn’t see the problem, until a friend finally said it straight: “No one likes you because you’re so arrogant.”

That moment hit me. It was a small awakening that shifted something inside me. I started changing, learning to be kind, to be compassionate, to see people differently which allowed a new stage of life to begin, one where I was no longer just trying to survive, I was starting to understand who I wanted to be.

Living Fully, Then Losing Myself

As I settled into this new stage of life, things started to feel exciting. I found passion and direction through soccer and was having fun pushing my limits and exploring a new version of myself. When my late teens arrived, new influences entered my world. Drinking, partying, and eventually, steroids.

At first, it felt like I was on top of everything, strong, confident and in control. The highs were exhilarating, the rush addictive and before long, I was slipping further away from what once mattered. Soccer faded, my family that was once a tight unit started feeling distant. I wanted to live life on my own terms, with no one telling me otherwise.

For ten years, I lived in a cycle of intensity and adrenaline. It was thrilling, until it wasn’t. I was in a continuous cycle of wake up, go to work, train at the gym and go to sleep. Forever waiting for the weekend to arrive and when it did, the weekends were strictly for partying, drugs and recovery before beginning that same old weekly cycle again. It was a decade of autopilot and living the only life I knew how to live. Yet through it all, there was always this feeling, an unseen presence, as if something outside of me was protecting me, guiding me, keeping me from falling too far. Even in my wildest moments, I could sense it.

After an adventurous decade, I crossed into my 30’s and the day came when I had to face myself.

The Realisation That Changed Everything

I met a woman who became the catalyst for great change. She didn’t force me to change, something about her presence guided me to stop steroids and drugs. For 4.5 weeks she was in my life, yet I wasn’t truly there. I was still trapped in my old ways, running on autopilot, unaware of how deeply conditioned I was.

It wasn’t until after she left that I saw myself through the images I had captured during our time together. Looking at them, I realised: This is not who I want to be. That moment hit me harder than anything before. The life I had been living, the person I had become, it wasn’t aligned with the truth of who I was.

And just as that realisation settled in, the faint whispers that had been circling me for a year finally became clear.

Ayahuasca was calling and I was ready to listen.

The Call of Ayahuasca

When I entered my first ceremony, I had no idea what to expect. The moment it began, everything changed. Ayahuasca cracked me open, stripping away the numbness, the conditioning, the illusions I had built around myself. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt, fully, deeply, undeniably. I wasn’t just existing anymore. I was alive.

The Darkness Before the Breakthrough

After Ayahuasca, life felt like it was finally flowing. For the first time, even challenges felt effortless, I could see everything with a positive mindset, navigating obstacles with ease. It was as if I had unlocked a new way of being, a deeper awareness that allowed me to move through life differently.

It took some time to realise that the awakening I had experienced through Ayahuasca wasn’t instant freedom. It was only the beginning.

After two months in this space, the old patterns resurfaced. Past experiences, deep-seated family wounds and the behaviours I had chosen to embody all came rushing back. I wasn’t prepared for it. There was no guide, no one to tell me how to navigate this part of the journey. I didn’t know I was meant to express what I was feeling. I tried, but I didn’t know how.

The awakening had cracked me open and I found myself standing in the mess of everything I had suppressed, with no idea what to do next.

The Journey of Unraveling and Remembering

What led me into this journey was my Reiki master. From the very first session, something profound shifted within me. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt it and I wanted more. The feeling pulled me deeper. I kept going back to Reiki, then retreats, chakra alignments, meditations, sound journeys. Without even realizing it at the time, I was doing the inner work.

I wasn’t just dipping my toes in either, I was diving deep into a world I never knew existed. I found oracle cards. I started meditating daily. I stopped drinking alcohol. I picked up self-development books for the first time in my life, and instead of just reading words, I felt them. They resonated with me in a way nothing else ever had.

Through this process, my awareness expanded. My perspective shifted. And without forcing it, I was stepping into a completely new way of being.

The Embodiment of All I Had Learned

By this point, I had become someone new. Everything I had learned, every experience that had shaped me, was now a part of me. I was no longer just absorbing knowledge, I was living it. And then, 2020 hit.

COVID. Family disruptions. The world was in chaos, and so was my personal life. It was as if I had been thrown into the ring, tested at every level. How could I embody love and light while also being a warrior and leader of my own life?

For the first time, I stepped into a version of myself that neither I nor my family had ever seen. I had done a full 360. To me, that 360 was growth, evolution, transformation. To them, it was uncertainty and fear of the unknown.

This experience is one I am deeply grateful for. My family became my greatest teachers. They held up a mirror, forcing me to see where I could be better for myself and for them. Through every challenge, I learned that true strength is choosing to grow in love, even when faced with resistance.

Stepping Into My Purpose

After everything, the lessons, the challenges, the transformations, I was no longer just healing. I was becoming. Everything I had gone through had prepared me for this moment, where my journey was no longer just about me. It was about stepping up, stepping in, and leading.

I discovered the power of sound, crystal singing bowls, Native American flutes and any other frequencies that could shift and heal on levels beyond words. I wasn’t just learning anymore; I was embodying. I started holding space, first for myself, then for others. Artists, leaders and seekers were drawn to me and I began guiding those who, like me, were ready to step into something greater.

I realised I wasn’t here to heal anyone. I was here to guide them back to themselves. To remind them, just as I had been reminded, of the power they had always held.

Everything in my life has led me to this. I stand fully in my purpose, knowing, I am exactly where I am meant to be.

Your Invitation to Remember

This journey is yours too. If you’ve read this far, something within you is already stirring, already remembering.

You were never meant to live small. You were never meant to stay trapped in the stories, the conditioning, the limitations placed upon you. You are here to awaken. To activate. To become.

I am not here to give you the answers because you already hold them. I am here to guide, to reflect, to walk beside you as you reclaim the power that has always been yours. This is about remembering who you are beyond the noise, beyond the fear, beyond the version of yourself you were told to be.

So, I ask you, are you ready? Ready to step into your highest expression, to embody your truth, to claim the life you were always meant to live and to have fun?

If you feel the call, trust it. Because something greater is waiting for you on the other side.

The choice is yours….