Trauma Isn’t the End — It’s the Beginning of the Return

For many years, I believed that what happened to me in childhood defined me. That the silence, the responsibility, the fear I carried were proof of something broken inside me.

But slowly, through deep work, I came to understand something else:

Trauma isn’t the end of the story. It’s the beginning of the return.

As a Jungian therapist, I work with women who were told to grow up too fast, to be quiet, to smile and care for others even while they were aching inside. Women who were praised for being strong, but never asked how that strength was forged.

The moment we begin to turn toward our own story with honesty — even if it trembles — something sacred begins. We descend not to disappear, but to retrieve what was once left behind: the wild child, the inner voice, the forgotten joy.

In my recent video, I share a part of this personal journey — how I descended into silence and survival, and how, slowly, I began to return to myself. This is not a perfect story. It is a human one.

If you have ever felt that love had to be earned by disappearing, or that being needed was safer than being seen, you are not alone.

The path home is not always bright or fast. But it is possible. And it begins by listening inward, by honoring the dreams, the instincts, and the voice that never fully went away.

Watch the video here:

And if this resonates with you, I invite you to reach out. My work is not to fix you — but to walk beside you as you remember yourself.

Because you were simply made to carry too much, too early.
And now — you can begin to come back.

The wild child in you is not gone — she’s waiting.
Let’s begin.