I grew up in a strict Assyrian household where a girl’s life is handed to her before she’s old enough to choose it. Be quiet. Be good. Protect the family reputation. Don’t embarrass us. That was the air I breathed. I became hyper-attuned to emotion, to what people were thinking, to the micro-expressions adults hoped kids wouldn’t notice. I didn’t have the language for it back then, but I was born reading energy.

I was bullied so viciously in elementary school that I learned how to shapeshift. In seventh grade I literally manifested beauty overnight — curves, confidence, presence — and by high school I was toggling between hiding so girls wouldn’t hate me and showing up boldly because I couldn’t shrink anymore. The labels came anyway. It didn’t matter that I was a virgin — the girls called me a hoe, and the rumors followed me to another school before I even arrived. I showed up in pink from head to toe and kept to myself. I wanted out. I graduated early just to escape.

I went to college, got my own place, bought my own car, and decided that if I could support myself, no one owned me. I still tried to follow my culture’s rules so I “wouldn’t bring shame,” but inside I was cracking open. I went through a misaligned “ghetto phase,” and then at twenty I was almost raped and murdered. Most people would have shattered. Something in me woke up. It was the first time I realized I could alchemize trauma into power. I dropped the identity that was never mine.

I became a teacher, won an award my first year, and kept realizing that whatever I do, I excel at fast. I don’t need one path. I’m here to live multiple lifetimes in one.

My life became a sequence of leaps — Chicago, Vegas, Arizona, New York, Costa Rica, Colombia, Peru, Bali — with no “stability plan” but always divine alignment. Every time I jumped without clarity, life caught me. Every time I obeyed my soul, doors opened. Every time I honored my vessel, my intuition sharpened.

My entire trajectory changed when my soul screamed in a cubicle, THIS IS NOT IT. I applied to a touring job on Craigslist, auditioned in New York with money I didn’t have, and got chosen out of the entire country. That tour gave me a microphone and I discovered my gift for commanding a room. When it ended, I stood outside the MGM Grand arguing with myself — be a good Assyrian girl and go home, or leap and trust. I stayed. That decision cracked open my destiny.

I’ve been cast in movies by “accident,” stopped in malls by people who altered my path, and offered jobs that aligned every piece of my life. I’ve attracted relationships that mirrored my wounds — lies, betrayal, narcissism — because deep down I didn’t feel safe loving or being loved. I repeated my mother’s story until I finally left, got my dog Frankie to anchor my heart, and was catapulted into my spiritual awakening through a book someone handed me in a dog park.

That awakening reminded me I’m here to break patterns in my lineage. I’m here to help women escape cycles they think they’re stuck in, just like I helped the woman in New York leave her abusive 10-year relationship. She rebuilt her entire life. That’s when I realized: my energy wakes people up.

I’ve helped women release 15–30 pounds, heal chronic pain, clear skin issues, leave toxic marriages, rebuild their lives, and come back into alignment after one session or retreat without diets, workouts, pills, injections, or surgery. Because when a woman calibrates back to her soul, her body recalibrates too.

I’ve also fallen out of alignment myself. My current relationship has been both a mirror and a cage. It dimmed my magic, disconnected me from my intuition, and made me doubt my power. But it also initiated the deepest reclamation of my life. I’m rebuilding everything from a place of radical integrity and truth because my work requires nothing less.

I’ve lived, died, resurrected, and reinvented myself more times than I can count. But the thread through everything is simple:

When you choose your soul, you collapse timelines.

When you honor your vessel, you become magnetic.

When you trust the leap, life rearranges itself around you.

That’s why I created Ritafine Reality Academy.

Because women don’t need more strategies — they need alignment.

They need frequency.

They need embodiment.

They need to remember who the hell they really are.

And I am here — finally, fully — to lead them back home.