When I open the photo albums of my life, I feel bothemotion For this little girl, this young woman and at the same time my heart tightens and my belly is tied, thinking of the whole suffering that I lived at that time but which was not yet seen externally.

When suffering has become visible, I was in a wheelchair and bedridden in almost permanence. I couldn't even read, write or draw. These photos of the time are unbearable to see me.

My resilience career was long, lonely and not easy, but I managed to get out of the patterns that locked me as well as toxic relationships. Little by little I have found Energy, hope, laughter. I was able to take off, reconnect with artistic and social activities and have real life.

I decided to build a life in which I feel fulfilled, anchored in the present, to enjoy each good time, ray of sun, to collect these pieces of happiness like a magnificent bouquet of flowers.

Now I smile Seeing the photos that show me radiant, fulfilled, even rejuvenated. It gives me a puff of joy and I celebrate My transformation and fulfillment. It is this celebration of the path traveled that I want to give to the Resilient women.

In my reconstruction, I built a new secure home in which I feel good, like a cocoon. I only put things that I like And make me feel good. I like things Inspiring, beautiful, feminine, elegant, fairly refined. I transmit this atmosphere of calm, strength and serenity in my paintings so that you can in turn feel good at your place.

In my book, I share the testimony of my life and the keys that made it possible to go from broken to restored, from woman abused at restored and Epanouie. It is HERE