If someone had told me that one day I would sit in front of a wide-open window, looking at the hills of Florence, and write a book — a book that comes from my heart, full of pain but also light — I would not have believed it. This journey actually started the day I was born, or perhaps even before that.

I grew up in Romania with a fire inside me that I did not yet understand. I left with a clear desire to find home — not a place, but that feeling of belonging, of being exactly where I was meant to be. My search took me through Switzerland, which adopted me, and through California, which cracked open the door to my healing. In Italy, I learned to open my heart.

I was tired of searching. I started over many times with my soulmate and our daughter, trying to find that feeling in so many places. But finally, after years of looking outward, I was exhausted. And the only option left was to let everything go. That was the moment I finally found home. Not outside, but within me.

The Fall That Changed Everything

I built a company with my father, a fashion brand that grew across 40 countries in Europe. He was my partner, my anchor, my world. On June 1st, I lost him in a car accident. The ground beneath me disappeared.

That loss became the defining chapter of my life. Not because of what it took away, but because of what it eventually revealed. In the years that followed, I searched everywhere — in work, in travel, in relationships — for something to fill the space he left. Nothing did. Nothing could.

My biggest fear, the fear of losing someone I loved, rose to the surface. And I chose to accept whatever came. Because the truth is, we have no control over anything.

The Silence That Spoke

One day in October, I chose to go on a meditation retreat in a remote village in Romania, where I could no longer run away. With the support of my therapist, in silence and trust, I crossed a deep inner threshold.

I took with me, without thinking much, a notebook and a pen. In meditation, I stepped directly into that fear and chose to accept whatever came. When the silence arrived, I opened the notebook and did not stop writing for more than three months.

What came through was not planned. It was not a strategy. It was a conversation: with myself, with something greater than myself, with the source of everything. That conversation became Let It Go.

A New Chapter

Today, I write books that come from the heart. I host a podcast called Let It Go where I explore the questions that matter most. And I walk a path that I once would have been too afraid to walk: a path of trust, of love, of openness.

I am not a guru. I am not a teacher in the traditional sense. I am a woman who has been broken open and who chose to share what she found inside. Because I believe that when your heart opens and the veil lifts, you begin to remember. And when you remember who you are, you become powerful.