How My Childhood Shaped My Sensitivity

When people hear that I’m a professional psychic medium and energy healer, they often imagine I grew up surrounded by crystals, meditation, and incense swirling in the air.


Spoiler alert: I did not.

I grew up as an only child of European immigrants in Canada. My dad worked long hours, and my mom — well, she ran our household with equal parts intensity and unpredictability. Let’s just say that “walking on eggshells” could have been my childhood sport of choice.

When she came home from work, I could always tell within five seconds what kind of night it was going to be. Her tone, her footsteps, the energy in the air — all gave me instant readings. At the time, I didn’t realize that was intuition. I just thought it was survival.

Like many children of strong-willed parents, I became a master peacekeeper. I adjusted my tone, hid my real feelings, and anticipated everyone else’s needs before they had to ask. It was exhausting, but it also made me deeply observant. What began as a coping mechanism slowly became a gift: I could sense energy and emotion in ways others couldn’t.

My mother’s love was often conditional, and approval came with strings attached. I learned that being “good” sometimes meant shrinking myself to fit her comfort zone. The young child who once sang and danced for family gatherings learned to stay quiet, invisible, and safe. My sense of worth became tangled up in keeping others happy — a skill that, ironically, many of us energy workers start out mastering.

The saving grace of my childhood was my dad — gentle, funny, and endlessly supportive. When he came home, it was like someone opened a window and let the light in. We shared a sense of humour and an easy connection that grounded me through the turbulence. From him, I learned laughter and unconditional love. From my mother, I eventually learned the importance of boundaries — though at first, only by understanding what happens when you don’t have them.

Looking back, I see that little girl clearly now — scared, quiet, trying her best to be good enough, yet never quite feeling seen. She didn’t know that the very sensitivity she once tried to hide would one day become her superpower.

It took me years to realize that I had spent my childhood absorbing everyone else’s energy — emotions, moods, expectations — and carrying them as my own. No wonder I grew up feeling unsettled with low self-esteem! Once I began to understand energy work, everything started to make sense. That overdeveloped radar system wasn’t broken; it was just misdirected.

Now, as an adult, I use that same sensitivity — the one that once kept me small and careful — to help others heal, release, and reconnect to their true selves. The tools I once used for survival have become the foundation of my purpose.

Healing doesn’t mean pretending the past was okay. It means seeing it clearly, honouring what it taught you, and choosing to transform it into something useful. For me, that transformation has been learning to stand in my own energy with confidence, to hear my own intuition, and to love that quiet little girl back to life.

And yes — the workings of the universe continue to amaze me, as often our greatest chaos in life is actually spiritual training in disguise.

My Transformation in Progress...

If my childhood taught me how to survive, my adulthood taught me how to awaken.
Every boundary I’ve learned to hold, every layer I’ve healed, every intuitive nudge I’ve followed — has been part of remembering who I truly am beneath the fear and conditioning.

That shy, careful little girl is still here, but now she’s learning to dance again — this time to her own rhythm.

In my next post, I’ll share how I began reconnecting with my intuition — how that quiet inner voice I once ignored became the guide that led me home to myself, and eventually to my current work.
 Because healing isn’t just about where we’ve been — it’s about who we become when we finally start listening inward.