In that poignant moment, as I gazed upon my garden, tears streaming down my face, I whispered, "Yes, reveal the path, guides and angels, and I shall follow."

I longed for a life that would be worth cherishing, a life I could proudly look back upon someday. It was a debt I felt owed to my brave brother, who fought valiantly for every fleeting moment. I was ready to honor the essence of my soul and the choices it made before embarking on this earthly journey.

I had traversed a remarkable distance by then.

From a desolate existence, where I sold my wares on an open market, enduring bitter winter chills and scorching Transylvanian summers, to now, with a thriving psychology practice that remains booked months in advance.

Once a young girl repeatedly told me that fairies and magic were mere fantasies, I now engage in profound conversations with sentient beings—the stones, the animals, the land, the water, and even the majestic mountains. I even published a book—albeit under a pseudonym—unveiling the secrets of communing with trees.

From battling the depths of depression and grappling with thoughts of self-harm when I first discovered my past lives and latent abilities, I have fostered a profound connection with Nature and the Divine. It is this connection that breathes true purpose and fulfillment into every facet of my existence.

On that fateful day, I resolved to rise above my fears, even as they lingered in the shadows. No longer do I dread relinquishing my title as a psychologist, nor am I afraid of being seen for who I truly am.