I have always been interested in people and their stories, their emotions, and how they think. Somehow, just as there are born storytellers, I believe I am a good listener by nature. I like to listen, I’ve always liked it … or almost always.
I have always been interested in stories, and that’s why I’m a devourer of books and movies. If I find a good book, it’s as wonderful as meeting a person.
First, I finished a degree in exact sciences but ended up working in an NGO. There I met people again and their life stories, of love, of suffering.
I understood that I still like stories and realized that I want to work with them.
22 years later I still listen to people’s stories and am just as fascinated by how different these people’s lives would have been if their childhood had been different, if their choices had been different, if their parents had had a different life.
Somewhere along this listening path, I met Jeffrey Young and listened to Wendy Behary – and since then all my clients’ stories have changed. I could understand people’s suffering differently. I could understand my own suffering differently, and I could expose my own vulnerability.
For some time now, I have become a mother and realized that all parents have good intentions when it comes to raising their children, but somehow we get lost along the way because we follow familiar paths of emotional deprivation or perfectionism. And it’s hard for us to find happy endings for our own life stories, and that hurts. And I’ve learned that the best thing we can do for them is to learn to love ourselves, otherwise how could we know how to love them?