Transform generations.

I was fed, clothed, educated, and sheltered. From the outside, everything appeared fine—by most standards, it was good parenting. Yet I felt deeply alone, like a burden. I felt unseen and misunderstood, retreating inward throughout my childhood. What marked me most was the quiet absence and the conditional love I received. No one seemed to care how I was doing or how I felt. No one was truly interested in me.

By most standards, how I was raised was good parenting—but it was also parenting shaped by distance, fear, and conditions. Because I didn’t want to be a burden, I became independent very early on. I convinced myself that I didn’t need anyone, that I didn’t need help. Those beliefs became survival strategies, and they followed me into adulthood.

Over time, they led to years of anxiety, panic attacks, and burnout—rooted in the interpretations, beliefs, and coping mechanisms I developed as a child.

When my child was born, I knew that the basics were not enough. I became determined to do things differently. I began educating myself about why meeting physical needs alone isn’t sufficient, and how our presence, emotional availability, and social conditioning profoundly shape us and the way we parent.