This is when the healer in me was born
This Is When the Doctor in Me Was Born
A love story between a little girl, a needle, and a lot of big questions.
Someone asked me a beautiful question not too long ago.
They said, “When did you first know you wanted to be a doctor?”
And I smiled not just with my mouth, but with my whole memory.
Because the answer isn’t in a textbook or a career quiz. It lives in a very specific moment from my childhood one that still makes me pause and go, “Ah, that’s when she woke up in me. The healer.”
It started with a needle.
Not the sparkly embroidery kind (although that would’ve been a cooler aesthetic).
This was the medical kind. Sharp. Precise. Full of meaning I didn’t yet understand.
I must’ve been around six or seven when I saw my father giving insulin injections to my grandfather. He had type 1 diabetes from the age of 17 bless him. Life had handed him some heavy losses early on, and in the midst of all that emotional weight, diabetes made itself right at home.
My mum, bless her too, couldn’t bear to watch the injection part. She’d wince or look away.
But me?
I was fascinated. My little brain kicked into question-mode like a mini Google:
“What does insulin actually do?”
“Why does he need it?”
“What happens if he doesn’t take it?”
“Who decided this tiny clear liquid is so important, anyway?”
(You know that kind of child the one with 57 follow-up questions for every answer. That was me. A walking FAQ section.)
That was the moment.
The moment I knew I wanted to be a doctor. A healer. A truth-finder.
Not just because I loved the science (I did). But because I was mesmerized by the intelligence of the body. The mystery of how it works. The dance between healing and hurting, and how something as small as a drop of insulin could make such a difference.
I wanted to know:
Who’s running the show inside us?
How does healing really happen?
And what happens when it doesn’t?
That innocent curiosity became the compass for everything I’ve done since. Medical school. Healing work. Energy medicine. Emotional clearing. Trauma release. Because as it turns out our questions evolve, but they never really leave us.
Now, I want to ask you something:
What profession, calling, or hobby lights you up inside?
When did you first feel it? That moment where something inside said, “This… this is who I am.”
Was it when you baked your first cake?
Built your first fort?
Held space for a friend who needed you?
Painted something and lost track of time?
Or maybe you’re sitting here wondering, “Wait… did I ever have that moment? Have I just been busy adulting so hard that I forgot?”
Hey, I get it. Becoming an adult is possibly the most elaborate scam out there. (Seriously, the marketing was way better than the product.)
But here's the thing:
If you’re not doing the thing your heart once whispered…
If you’re feeling lost, stuck, or just “meh” about your direction…
Then maybe, just maybe, it’s not that you’re broken or behind.
Maybe you’re just running into blocks the kind that hide under the surface, built by fear, trauma, self-doubt, and inherited stories.
And if you’re still reading this, I have a gentle theory:
A part of you already knows it’s time to remember.
To peel back the layers.
To rediscover the YOU that once dreamed big and questioned everything.
So... what now?
Let’s find out where your story begins.
Let’s gently scan what’s been standing in the way.
Let’s clear the noise so your next steps come from alignment, not survival.
🌀 Book a free 15-minute call with me. No pressure. No judgment.
Just a space to explore, reflect, and maybe, just maybe wake up the part of you that always knew what it came here to do.
Because healing doesn’t always start with a diagnosis.
Sometimes, it starts with a memory.
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