Growing up wasn't easy. Life was hard before I even knew what grief was.

Then I lost my aunty, who was like a second mum to me, over 26 years ago. Her passing left a huge dark hole in my life. I carried that grief for a long time. The heavy weight of it. The questions that wouldn't go away.

In the meantime, life didn't stop. I survived the 2004 tsunami and a serious car accident that took two years of recovery. Severe depression always returning. A toxic relationship breakdown. Raising two boys on my own with no family in Australia. Starting over from scratch. More than once.

But I'm a fighter. And I had beautiful, caring people who helped me back into the light.

And then the calling came. Not a gentle nudge. More like Spirit decided it was time.

I trained. I practised. And the first time my aunty came through clearly, I understood exactly why I was meant to do this work.

I didn't want anyone else to sit where I once sat. Desperate, unanswered, alone with their grief. So lost without direction or guidance. I wanted to be the person I once needed.

I understand what you are carrying. I don't judge. I have become love and lightness, and I know you can too.