A Journey of Resilience, Reinvention, and Rising
I never imagined I’d walk the path I’ve walked – not in my wildest dreams or deepest fears. My journey hasn’t been linear. It’s been layered with loss, rebirth, grit, and grace. It’s the story of a woman who kept choosing herself – even when it was hard, even when it hurt, even when no one else understood.
In 2002, I entered into an arranged marriage – one that barely lasted 18 months. By the time I had my beautiful daughter, I was already divorced. I was a new mother, navigating heartbreak and cultural expectations alone.
Just a few years earlier, in 1995, my mother had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. After her surgery, we had some peaceful years… until it came back in 2004. I quit my job to care for her full-time. She fought fiercely for three years. In 2007, she took her last breath. After that, my family fractured. My father remarried. My brothers moved abroad. I was left holding the pieces of a life I didn’t recognise anymore.
But I wasn’t done yet.
In 2008, I made the boldest decision of my life – I packed up everything, took my little girl by the hand, and moved to London. No family. No friends. No safety net. Just a deep knowing that I needed to start over. And I did… though not without a fight.
The job I had lined up fell through due to the recession. For nearly two years, I struggled with debt, despair, and silence. I was attacked in broad daylight while walking to collect my daughter from school. I was denied jobs because I was “overqualified.” I was advised by Citizens Advice, supported by Children’s Centres, and slowly started to rebuild.
I studied. I trained. I worked. I started blogs – Vivacious Mums and My Unique Home – not because I had it all figured out, but because I had something to say, and I needed a space to breathe. In 2012, I was honoured as 1st runner-up for the Empowering Women’s “Woman Survivor of the Year” award. It felt like the first glimmer of light after years in the dark.
There have been car accidents. Redundancies. Heartbreaks. Miracles. Moments when I questioned everything. And moments that reminded me why I chose this path.
My daughter and I built a life, not perfect, but ours.
In 2015, I launched my life, mindfulness, and wellness coaching practice. I had walked through fire – now, I wanted to light the way for other women. Women who, like me, had forgotten how powerful they were.
But just when I thought I had arrived, life threw another curveball.
As I entered my 40s, I was hit with something I hadn’t prepared for: perimenopause. It shook me to my core. The brain fog, the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the unexplained sadness – it felt like I was losing myself all over again.
But this time, I knew what to do.
I leaned in.
I studied. I became a certified Female Health Coach, Menopause Wellness Coach, and Holistic Health Practitioner through the Centre of Excellence. I started openly talking about perimenopause, breaking taboos, creating safe spaces, and reclaiming the narrative. And I stepped even deeper into my work as a Midlife Lifestyle Coach – supporting women navigating their own midlife transitions, helping them design a life that feels deeply aligned.
In 2025, I founded The Sattva Collective CIC, a community interest company rooted in my own story – and the stories of women who are too often unheard, unseen, and unsupported. Through this platform, I began building partnerships, launching initiatives, and being featured across major platforms: Eastern Eye, London Daily Digital, Asian Image, The Stylist, and more. We’re now actively applying for funding to expand our work and support even more women.
Today, I stand in my power, not because everything is perfect, but because I chose to keep going.
I have created a business rooted in soul, not strategy. In alignment, not urgency. I’ve designed a life around my 5 core areas: health, self, relationships, purpose, and quality of life – and that is the foundation of every coaching programme, every piece of content, every conversation I have.
There’s still so much more I want to do, and I’m not done growing.
But I can finally say: I am proud of the woman I’ve become.
I am proud of every chapter.
And if you’re reading this, maybe it’s because you’re ready to write your own next chapter too.
You’re not too late.
You’re not too old.
You’re just in time.
Let’s rise, together.
