My journey – in and out of darkness
Already as a child I had a longing to go far away. Like in The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, I set out to find something – it took me through many dark tunnels and shifted my perception in many degrees.
At 22, I moved to Ghana and stayed for five years.
I worked for a pineapple export company in a male-dominated environment and lived an outward, fast-moving life shaped by many cultures.
There, I became aware of my own Danish identity—both its strengths and the deep sense of security I had always taken for granted.
Later, I moved to South Africa and became part of a spiritual community. It opened me. I experienced a profound inner awakening and felt a deep calling. But the freedom had a shadow. What looked like insight was controlled. It took me years to call it what it was: a sect.
I returned to Denmark in 2003. Became a mother in 2006. And shut it all down. For years, I repressed what I had lived through and carried the weight of guilt and shame on my own.
In 2020, my body said stop. Anxiety took over, and I went on sick leave. That was the beginning of something else.
I started writing. To remember. To understand. Thousands of pages later, it is still in the making of becoming a book – but it has now become a lived realization: knowledge only becomes wisdom when it is embodied.
My journey has been from mind to body. From insight to integration. From seeking to connection.
Today, my calling is to help others do the same:
To stand in the storm without losing themselves.
To come home to the heart.
To reconnect with their own soul.
We are in the middle of a shift—from control to presence. And it begins within us.
