About
I'm not a big fan of regular C.V.'s!
Still, for those of you who want to know, you can check it out here !
Spoiler: I'm definitely a teacher!!!
"I understand, therefore I trust"
I was born in an atheist family; no prayers, no rituals, no mention of God.
Yet my mother taught me early what unconditional love feels like, simply through how she is.
Maybe that’s why my faith runs deep: it was never imposed, only discovered, mixed with that unwavering love I was feeling.
When I was three, a small book appeared in my room: The Story of Jesus for Kids.
I didn’t know who He was supposed to be. I just loved Him.
And I decided to live like Him — forgive, love, stay pure of heart.
I had many occasions to practice.
By seventeen, I lived in a state of harmony that felt infinite.
It was as if I could see the whole Universe in a dandelion.
But life kept hitting.
Harder and harder, where I was most vulnerable: Love.
I started doubting; myself, my understanding, even the fact of being Loved.
The coherence I had once lived in shattered.
I experienced that even love can turn cruel.
And slowly, as even Love didn’t make sense anymore... nothing made sense:
if I’d been wrong about Love, then I’d been wrong about everything. But... how could that be?
I kept going, even while drowning under the dark waters of reality,
where truth and lies blurred until I couldn’t tell one from the other.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.
Life’s blows slowly turned me against my own light.
I got angry at it.
I despised being like that.
I spit on it.
I resented myself for being... me.
I fell into negativity, into excruciating pain.
I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
I built coping mechanisms just to survive.
I was clinging to whatever hope I could.
Whatever beauty.
Whatever love.
Until fifteen years later, sitting at my kitchen table, I realized something:
I knew what I had experienced at seventeen.
So maybe, for once... I could trust myself.
And maybe speaking of a Higher Power would sound ridiculous.
Maybe the people around me would call me naïve, crazy, or gullible.
But to keep going and pretend I haven’t known what I experienced was the biggest lie I could tell myself. Let alone the Divine.
That moment became my axis.
I chose to rebuild my life around an Unconditionally Loving Higher Power,
calling myself out whenever I drifted from divine logic.
Because what is divine must make sense,
and what makes sense must be unconditionally loving.
Logic gives orientation: it reminds you what you believe and why.
It gives you strength to decide, to commit, to follow the truest option, to live what you believe Love to be.
It’s what turns faith into coherence.
That’s what keeps your vision clear when theories sound good
but miss the essence of Trust:
the courage to face fear,
the joy of being alive,
the Love for all that is.
Now, I help others do the same:
to rebuild the logic that makes Divinity believable again.
Trust Love more than pain.
Know deep within that you are unconditionally Loved.
That’s the heart of it all:
logic leading back to Love,
and Love revealing the logic of God.
Then, you understand.
And you are peacefully free.
