My story didn’t begin with business.
It began with a little girl who loved her father so deeply she learned to read the storm behind his smile.

He was brilliant. Kind. Anxious.
He taught me how to think — and how to feel.
How to be strong… and soft.
How to listen to silence, and how to keep loving even when fear takes over.

I didn’t know it back then,
but every moment I spent with him shaped the woman I’d become:
The Anxious Soul Whisperer.
This isn’t just a brand.
It’s a promise I made — to him, to myself, to those still carrying what he never dared speak.

This is where our story begins.
Not with perfection.
But with presence.