44 years of plot twists, breakthroughs, and bedroom-floor rebirths.
I’ve been on a wild ride.
And no, I’m not where I thought I’d be at 44.
But I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
I can honestly say:
I love myself.
I love my life.
And that love?
It was hard-earned.
I’ve hit rock bottom more times than I can count—each one scarier, louder, more disorienting than the last.
But every breakdown became a portal.
Every detour cracked me open.
And every time, I rose stronger.
My “Becoming” Chapters Look Like This:
I grew up as the eldest daughter to a Lebanese father who’d wanted a son. I felt unworthy before I could speak it. That early imprint of rejection shaped how I saw myself… until I decided to change the narrative.
My parents divorced when I was nine. I spent my teens trying to figure out how to fit into the chaos—before I realized I wasn’t born to fit in. I was here to stand out.
I became a mother at 22. And again at 30.
I’ve been married twice.
Divorced twice.
And the second one nearly broke me.
But it also became my greatest teacher—and I’ll always be grateful for that heartbreak.I’ve had health scares. Accidents. Illnesses that tried to silence me. But every time, I chose growth. I chose breath. I chose me.
I moved to Monaco, started a business in a country where I didn’t speak the language or know the rules. I launched a food supplement into Harrods. Created a healthy menu for the Fairmont Hotel. Came runner-up on Monaco MasterChef. Taught French chefs to cook, without speaking French. (Iconic, I know.)
And through it all...
I’ve kept rising.
I’ve kept evolving.
And I’ve kept showing up as the woman I’m here to become.
Because my mission isn't just to heal myself—
It’s to guide others through their own becoming.
I don’t offer surface-level transformation.
I offer soul-level reclamation.
So whether you’re on the bedroom floor right now…
Or pouring champagne on your next chapter…
I’m here to remind you:
You’re not broken. You’re becoming.
And yes, you’re an unstoppable force of magic, too!
