To have a wonderful marriage and a wonderful family.

A successful business.

To keep the family traditions and live in our traditional community. 

But life, as most of us know, has a way of not always doing what is expected. 

At just two months old, my first child Holly passed away.

My early businesses failed.

I did not see it, but back then, my life was filled with resentment. I pushed my extended family away, I pushed my friends and my community away. I buried myself in my work. I was angry and blaming the world. I felt alone and isolated.

​After eighteen years of struggle, my marriage fell apart.

​I discovered that I did not really know myself and that my expectations had kept me trapped. I was unhappy: deep down I didn’t want to live that way. 

So I began soul searching, and with time I came to realise that there wasn’t so much a problem with the world as there was a problem inside of me: I lived from my logical mind. My grief, my anger, my pain expressed argumentatively rather than in a genuine, heartfelt and vulnerable way. I was hiding, not allowing my true self to be seen. I wasn’t just disconnected from others, I was actually disconnected from my true self.