From Fracture to Reconnection: My Journey to Becoming a Personal Development Coach

I was born wrapped in love — the youngest of six children and a symbol of hope after my parents had lost everything. At 44, my mother never imagined she’d have another child, and yet, there I was — her new beginning.

From a young age, it was clear I had a spark. At six, I entered the best school in the region — a confessional school where I was introduced to Christian teachings, purpose, and a sense of calling that felt tailor-made for me. I loved learning. I loved teaching even more.

By ten, I was teaching religious education to neighbors. By seventeen, I had logged more public speaking and teaching hours than many senior graduates. So it felt obvious: theology was my path. I walked it with confidence and clarity. My future looked like a straight line — until it fractured.

As I matured, I began to see the cracks in the institution that had once embraced me. There were parts of me it could not — or would not — accept. And I realized: if part of me wasn’t welcome, then I didn’t belong at all.

Leaving that world was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It took me to Switzerland — full of dreams, but also full of grief. Five months later, my mother, the one who had always championed me, passed away. Her death unrooted me. Until that time, I believed she had held the pieces of my world together. Suddenly, they scattered, and for the first time, I felt vulnerable — “homeless” in the soul.

I tried to press on. I tried to build a version of the life I left behind — the only life I knew how to live. But as time passed, it looked more like a poor imitation stitched together with cheap sellotape. Eventually, it was no longer sustainable.

In Switzerland, I was still too close to what was comfortable. At a certain stage, I knew I needed to shut that door of familiarity behind me and face the unknown. When I moved to Ireland, I told myself it was time to start fresh. And that’s what I did… kind of.

I earned another degree, entered the tech industry, and climbed fast. On paper, I was thriving — living the life that many only dream of. Inside, however, I felt hollow. The “old me” refused to die. It screamed, protested, and shouted.

Then came the panic attack. It forced me to stop. To listen. To finally give up the struggle. And then it clicked.

The truth was, I had been so determined to leave the past behind and “move on” that I hadn’t realized it wasn’t my past I kept stumbling over. What I was really doing was suffocating under the weight of denying who I truly was.

Over many years, therapy helped me peel back the layers I had built to survive. Then coaching helped me reconnect the dots and see the bigger picture — not just where I had gone, but who I had always been underneath it all: a learner, a teacher, a guide, a creator.

I came full circle. But it doesn’t feel like returning to the start point, like a Ferris wheel. It feels more like the wheel of a vehicle, where each full revolution moves you forward.

That’s how MORADA Coaching was born — not overnight, but as the fruit of years of study, self-reflection, and courageous transformation.

Today, Morada Coaching is the space where I share what I’ve learned with others — especially those navigating the pain and power of identity shifts, life pivots, and personal disconnection.

What I offer isn’t reinvention. It’s reconnection — to the self, to purpose, to truth.

And if you’re in a moment of transition, questioning, or quiet desperation, I want you to know: you’re not alone. Your path, no matter how disjointed it feels now, may be building something powerful underneath.

I’ve walked through rupture and found meaning on the other side.

I can walk with you, too.