The year I paused powerlifting — but awakened the strongest version of myself.

I never planned to stop. But life, or perhaps fate, had other plans.

A severe neurological illness struck unexpectedly. Doctors warned:
"No lifting. No phone. No stress — or risk permanent brain damage."

I couldn’t walk to the washroom on my own.
I couldn’t dress myself.
There were days I couldn’t even recall what I said five minutes prior.

People whispered, “She gave up.” But little did they know...

My body—my temple—was preparing me for something greater. My higher self was guiding me toward a purpose beyond lifting. A mission to serve humanity in a way no medal ever could.

I wasn’t allowed my phone, books, or TV. So I turned inward—to stillness, to silence.
And in that sacred quiet, I found my power.

Stillness became my strength.
Books became my medicine.
My mind became my temple.

And somehow, I healed faster than expected.

So yes, I am shifting my niche.

From powerlifting to the power of emotional clarity.
From building muscle to awakening souls.

Not for sympathy, but to shed light on the silent struggles many endure. Because I suffered—yet I refuse to let you suffer alone.

I’ll help you heal with methods no textbook can teach. Because some lessons only experience can unlock. I walked through fire to bring you the cure.

If your soul is in pain, if your heart feels stuck, I’m here for you.