I didn’t break.
I cracked open.
And through the cracks, my true life began.
I’m Delia.
I’m not here to offer you a prettier version of the life that’s already bleeding you dry.
I’m here to walk beside women who are done performing, surviving, and pretending.
Women who are ready to choose themselves — raw, real, and wild.
This is my story.
Maybe it’s yours, too.
The Cage
A Life Chosen For Me
Born into old-school expectations, I was given a blueprint before I could even speak.
Succeed. Achieve. Accumulate. Impress.
I followed it. I played the game. I wore the armour, the grades, the degrees, the corporate ladder, the marriage.
But inside, I was already breaking.
There was a part of me, wild, sensitive, ancient, that felt the falseness of it all.
But I swallowed it down.
Until I couldn’t anymore.
The Crack
The Breaking Point No One Saw Coming
A marriage built on addiction and abuse.
A career that cared more about profits than people.
A pregnancy that showed me how deeply the machine expected me to sacrifice.
Loss piled on loss until the life I had fought to build collapsed under its own hollow weight.
The day I walked away, jobless, terrified, untethered — was the day my real life began.
“Freedom doesn’t come gently.
It tears you open, so something truer can grow.”
The Firewalk
Learning to Stand In My Own Ashes
I didn’t rise instantly.
There was no grand moment of enlightenment.
Only small, brutal choices: to stay awake, to stay honest, to stay with myself even when it hurt like hell.
I rebuilt my life from dirt and faith.
I remembered what my soul already knew:
That real life is found in the earth, in breath, in spirit, not in approval or pay checks.
I met the man who would become my true partner.
I became a mother on my own terms.
I walked barefoot into a new way of being.
“Some healers wrap you in silk.
I will walk you through fire until you remember you were the flame.”
The Gift
What I Carry Now
I don’t offer formulas.
I don’t offer surface-level "healing."
I offer what I’ve lived:
The courage to tear down a life built on survival.
The devotion to build a new one rooted in truth.
The map back to the soul you thought you had to abandon to survive.
I walk with women who are ready to rise but only if they're willing to burn down the lies first.
“Your soul isn’t lost.
It’s waiting at the edge of everything you thought you had to be.”
The Invitation
Are you ready to cross the threshold?
This work isn’t soft.
It isn’t sparkly.
It isn’t sanitized for Instagram.
It’s sacred.
It’s bloody.
It’s breathtaking.
If you’re ready to meet yourself, not the version the world taught you to perform, but the one who’s been waiting in the quiet, I’ll walk beside you.
You don't have to do it alone anymore.
“The path back to yourself will cost you everything that isn’t truly yours.
Walk anyway.”
May you remember who you were before the world told you to be anything else.