The Beginning: Just Trying to Survive

I grew up in communist Poland—a world where everything was scarce except walls. But the thickest walls weren't made of brick. They were the ones I built inside myself.

My childhood home felt like a minefield. Unpredictable. Hostile. Unsafe. Physical abuse from the people who were supposed to protect me became normal. My father was a ghost—always working in some distant country, never really there. I learned early what abandonment feels like. When he finally came back home for good, tragedy struck. A car accident took him. I was left to figure out life alone, navigating a world that felt like it was constantly rooting for my failure.

At 17, driven by desperation, I escaped to New York City with nothing but hunger for something different. I thought changing my location would mean outrunning my past. I was wrong. I quickly learned a hard truth: you can't leave your heart behind. The wounds I carried followed me across the Atlantic.

The Descent: Facing the Mirror

In the bustling streets of New York, I found ways to numb the pain. For years, I lived two lives—keeping up appearances on the outside while spiraling on the inside. I hit rock bottom more than once. Each time hurt worse than the last, until I was finally forced to look at what I'd done to myself.

I was destroying myself slowly. The turning point wasn't a single moment—it was a deep, bone-level realization: I had a choice. I could keep going down this path and lose everything. Or I could finally start living for real. This was when I first sought out therapy. I knew I had to take matters into my own hands, and therapy was my first step in dismantling the version of myself that was broken.

The Turning Point: Reclaiming My Power

I chose to live, but I knew willpower alone wasn’t enough; I needed a guiding torch. This is where my “revolution” began. I threw myself into the world of personal growth right in the heart of New York. I didn’t just read self-help books; I immersed myself in workshops, attended retreats, and invested in life coaching. These experiences were transformative, acting as the catalyst for my change. While I couldn’t erase my past traumas, I learned to reshape my future. I stopped being a victim and stepped into the role of creator in my own life.

The Guide: The Coach Who Changed Everything

I chose life. But I knew willpower alone wasn't enough—I needed real support and guidance. I started therapy, attended seminars and retreats in New York, absorbing everything I could. But here's what actually changed my life: working with a life coach.

Everything I had tried before—the books, the therapy sessions, the workshops—gave me insights. But my coach gave me something different: a structured path forward and someone who held me accountable to actually walk it. Week after week, my coach didn't just listen—he challenged me, pushed me past my comfort zone, and refused to let me hide behind the same old stories I'd been telling myself for years.

That coaching relationship was the bridge between knowing what I needed to do and actually doing it. My coach saw patterns I couldn't see, called me out when I was sabotaging myself, and celebrated the wins when I couldn't yet see my own progress. That's when everything shifted—when I had someone in my corner who believed in my transformation even more than I did.

Through that work, something fundamental clicked: I couldn't change what happened—the scarcity, my absent father, the trauma. But I could change how I moved forward. That was my revolution. I stopped being a victim of my story and became the architect of my life. And it happened because I had a guide who knew the terrain.

A Full Circle Journey

My healing journey eventually took me from the frantic energy of New York to the profound stillness of the Andes mountains in Peru. For three years, those mountains became my classroom. I studied with masters, blending ancient wisdom with the mechanics of the human mind to understand how real, lasting change actually works.

Eventually, I returned to Poland—the place where it all began. I walked the same streets where I once felt small and powerless. But I came back whole. I didn't return to reclaim my past. I returned to be for others what my coach was for me: the guide who holds the map and walks beside you on the journey forward.

Why I'm Telling You This?

I'm not sharing this to prove how strong I am. I'm telling you this because I want you to know: I've been where you are.

• You don't have to hit rock bottom to change—but you do have to get tired of your own excuses.

• Awareness without action is just entertainment. Reading books isn't enough—I healed by doing the work daily, even when it was uncomfortable.

• You can't do it alone, and you don't have to. Transformation happens in relationships and with support—not in isolation. Having a coach was the difference between spinning my wheels and actually moving forward.

I'm still in the arena with you. I'm still growing, still learning, and still applying these principles every day. I'll never ask you to go somewhere I haven't been willing to walk myself.

If you feel stuck, if you feel unfulfilled despite your success, or if you're simply tired of carrying the weight of a past you didn't choose—know this: Your transformation doesn't start someday. It starts now.

The question isn't whether change is possible for you. The question is: Are you ready to take 100% responsibility for making it happen?

If you're ready to stop surviving and start thriving, let's begin.

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