But, of course, my story starts before my awakening, in the sweet and innocent ignorance of my late teens and early adult years. A time when I didn’t know myself or my body. And I certainly wasn’t aware of my menstrual cycle. Like many other woman of my age, I was prescribed the hormonal pill when I became sexually active. Which I took without giving it a second thought.

This was a time of me living an external experience that was in direct opposition to the true nature I have since unearthed and brought back to life. Back then, I lived the fast-paced student life in Lausanne and my body gave me the first signs that all was not okay–my menstrual cycle became irregular. And so began a downward health spiral that would take me years to untangle.

Once I graduated, and without coming up for air, I dove head-first into the hectic NYC life. I pushed myself further into the masculine realm of achievement and structure and competition. To paint a picture, my life then was all about downing espressos, non-stop working in real estate and ticking as many achievement boxes as I could. I was speeding through life at such a hectic pace that I wasn’t really present. With each passing day I pushed myself and my body further towards that breaking point that I would later understand to be my sacred turning point.

This lifestyle was never going to last. It never does, does it? For me, the absence of my period for 6 months was my wake-up call. My body was screaming at me to stop and listen. So, for the first time in a very long time, I did just that: I pressed pause and I listened because I had no other choice. So I waved the New York lifestyle behind, leaving with a broken heart from the breakdown of a romantic relationship and feeling bitter and cynical from the unforgiving nature of NY. I admitted to myself that I wasn’t okay and committed to my own healing by starting to see doctors and search for answers as to why I felt so out-of-balance.

At this very point, the last thing I desired was to be in a relationship. But the universe had other plans and I met Nika, my now husband. It turned out to be divine timing. We were both disillusioned and frustrated with the world and questioning our places in it. Together, we started to unravel the BS we had been fed by the world and started to co-create a reality in which we defined who we wanted to be and how we wanted to show up in the world. As a woman. As a man. And as a team. This was a time of conscious expansion, delving into breathing techniques from Wim Hof, grounding practices, yoga, sport and psychedelic literature. We started playing with masculine and feminine practices and energies and synergizing them as a couple.

This also marked the start of my spiritual journey. I went all in, delving further away from the masculine and more into the feminine. While this journey took me to Bali and Buddhism, the furthest I traveled was the voyage into the depths of myself. My insatiable thirst to learn led me to undertake yoga, coaching, nutrition, herbalism and doula trainings. I started to gently arouse and embrace the wise woman within. With each new pearl of wisdom I nourished myself with, my view of everything I thought I knew about the world and myself shifted. I was learning to heal myself, of course. But also with a deep and unshakable knowing that I would one day help others as the wounded healer.

This is where any healing journey gets really interesting, and mine is no different. Here’s the thing: within the bubble of healing spaces and the cocoon of ourselves, it can feel easy to apply the magic of healing practices and see results. But taking these learnings and merging them with real life–our capitalist, patriarchal, harsh world–now that’s where the real tests lie. But, oh, how I tried. I really took the blinkers off and brought my tools out into the harsh reality of day-to-day life to see if they had staying power.

This time in my life coincided with entering the world of conscious entrepreneurship as I founded Namaka Float Center in Geneva. Which turned out to test me to my edges and then beyond. My journey as a female entrepreneur in a masculine world of entrepreneurship felt exciting and dynamic and I dove in head first. But it was all too easy to forget to nurture and tend to my feminine side. Like my university and NYC days, I again found myself pushing, grinding and going against my true nature just to keep up. Even with my trusty set of tools–yoga, herbalism, nutrition–to support me, I quickly and spectacularly burnt out.

So, again, I found myself with questions running relentlessly around my mind and body. The most burning of them being the perpetual: How can I apply these holistic, sacred, magical tools to the real world with success?

But while pondering this question, I realized an altogether bigger one lay underneath all other questions: What does it mean to be a woman? What does it mean to be a healthy woman? My quest for answers led me off on a new tangent: analyzing boundaries, learning about menstrual cycles, the endocrine system and delving into the world of Human Design. For the first time in my life, I embraced everything it means to be a woman. I stopped swimming up the tide and instead started surrendering to the flow of my flow. But I also welcomed the masculine energy I (and we all) hold within. I nurtured and tended to and made space for both the masculine and the feminine to exist. After years of swinging from one to the other in a constant state of imbalance, I found my center, a place where all of me can exist. A place where I can be a conscious entrepreneur and a wise woman. Where I can put on a suit and command the attention of a room full of CEOs one day and participate in a barefoot full moon ritual the next. I welcomed all of myself with open arms. And this changed everything.

Where does this story find me now, in this moment? I’m still in process myself (we all are), but I’m far from the woman I was at the beginning of this story. I healed my PCOS using nutrition rather than pills. I enjoy a health cycle and hormonal balance. I know my cycle inside out and I’m living in harmony with it. More importantly, knowing myself intimately means I’m more in touch with myself; I know what I want and need. And now I’m open to listening to my body, rather than pushing down the messages I receive. Sure, I still ignore the messages from time to time (hello coffees when I’m on my period) but I do so consciously and with self-compassion.

And so this story arrives at the day of today, the person you find writing these words from the heart and womb. I know deep within my being that the journey I’ve been on doesn’t end at my own healing. That would be a great disservice to the women of the world, like you, who are in need of this work. And so I’m here to share the wisdom I’ve collected and curated and nurtured. I’m answering this call to help other women rise from the ashes of their burnout, from their disconnection with their cycles and themselves, from the burdens that are not theirs to bear the weight of. I’m here to lovingly guide them to become the empowered, magical woman they’ve always been inside and create a life of balance by intertwining masculine and feminine.