When I was 17, I did a training about how to improve the communication with animals where each participant had to bring a picture of his or her own pet.  I thought the training would be about communication through body language but to my big surprise, we had to make telepathic contact with the pet of another participant just by looking at their picture. I was looking at the picture of a dog and received a flood of words that I wrote down immediately without even realising what I was writing. Though the handwriting was my own, the words were from the dog. Talking to the owner of that dog, it turned out that all the information I received was correct, without ever having seen this dog in my life.

This was the beginning of my connection with both the angelic realms and the realm of people who had passed away and their messages for us living here on earth. I started to give readings to family and friends and as word of mouth spread fast, I was soon asked to give readings to people I had not known before.  Based on the tremendous feedback I received, I realised I had begun to help people with my gift. Alongside this journey, I started to explore different books, spiritual retreats, and energetic healing courses.  

My gift really started to blossom when working more and more with horses. Giving me the ability to teach people how to consciously connect with their own horse through thoughts, breath and body awareness. Sometimes I sent horses to the vet because I intuitively knew that and exactly where they had pain in their body. For example, a headache which was caused by a misalignment of the vertebras in their neck. In the end, it was hard for me to see and feel a lot of horses suffering from pain.

When I was 21, I was asked to support my parents in our family business accepting the responsibility of managing 8 fashion stores. Having a passion for fashion, it did not even cross my mind to say no. I had the idea to combine this with my daily responsibilities of training horses and teaching clients. After a little while, my dad became ill and I felt the need to start working full-time in our company. This did imply, that I would teach horse riding lessons and ride my own horses in the evenings. With the intention of splitting my time between the family business and my horses, the following 10 years were rather stressful. Working on average 16 hours a day and still feeling that, I felt short in responsibilities to both of them.  Essentially forgetting myself and not following my heart, I did end up with a burnout and severe depression.