Penniless but passionate, I put myself through my first degree in social work. My second degree I did while living away from my husband, and my third was the same, but with two small kids in tow.

I became who I thought I should be, ignoring a crucial part of myself. You see I was born in the Philippines and came to Canada in my teens. As outlined in my book, life hadn’t come easy.

It took a while to understand how events in my past led to the depression I hid from the world; it took even longer to come to terms with the effects of loss, heartache, and deep wounds that hadn’t healed.

Before I lost everything, I found someone I could trust, and committed to the healing process vulnerably and wholeheartedly. It took years, but when I fully embodied what I’d been helping others with for decades, peace came and stayed.

My journey, while complex gave me a wealth of professional and personal insights that I’m eager to leave on this planet!