My love for books instigated at childhood, where I began to nurture my underlying in-dwelling appetite for literature. Throughout my adolescence, I crafted hand-made books made of cardboard and in all my glory called myself an author. As I grew, writing became intensely intertwined with my journey, especially throughout my time reading Law.

Whilst the call to a professional career took precedence in my early to mid-twenties, that small inner voice protested that my refusal to be creative was countering my true nature; a deep desire for the arts.

Soon after, April 2016 arrived and with it a life changing, tempestuous storm; something I never thought could or would happen. Not to me at least. This occurrence reached national and international channels and inevitably wiped out my smile for a very long time. I lived as a broken-hearted girl who hadn’t a clue on how to navigate or overcome unhappiness and grief. Writing was the last thing on my mind.

Seven years, six months, and fifteen days on, a spark ignited. It ferociously flickered, side to side. What had laid dormant for so many years was ignited at the strike of a match. I knew I needed to write about this, but on one condition: I must pour my heart and soul into it. Armed with encyclopaedic years of healing and relearning life again, I wrote I CAN YOU CAN. Not only to document it for myself but most importantly to help people from all walks of life transform and metamorphize emotional and mental turbulence, into a life of unwavering happiness, abundant possibility and extraordinary self-belief.