Lost, Found, and Forever Becoming
How My Greek Roots, Swedish Upbringing, and Yoga Path Came Together
I have spent my life feeling like I was living in between—between cultures, between identities, between expectations. Never quite fully belonging anywhere, yet somehow belonging everywhere.
Growing up Greek in Sweden, I always felt a little out of sync. At home, we spoke Greek, ate gemista, and celebrated name days instead of birthdays. But outside, life was different. I was surrounded by a culture that wasn’t mine, trying to navigate a world where I always felt just a little too much of something—too loud, too passionate, too different. And yet, when I visited Greece, I wasn’t entirely Greek either. My accent gave me away, my mannerisms weren’t quite the same, and I found myself once again on the edge of belonging.
It wasn’t until I returned to Greece as an adult that something inside me clicked. The land, the sea, the people—it all felt familiar in a way I couldn’t explain. The rhythm of life, the slowness of meals, the depth of conversations—it was a language my soul had always spoken but had forgotten how to hear. For the first time, I wasn’t trying to fit in. I just was.
But life doesn’t stop evolving. It carried me forward once again—this time across another ocean, to the U.S., where a new chapter unfolded.
The Melting Pot That Gave Me Permission to Be
If Sweden taught me structure and Greece gave me roots, the U.S. gave me something I never expected—permission to be all of it. To be both and neither, to be messy and whole, to be Greek and Swedish and also something entirely new.
America is a melting pot, a place where cultures blend, shift, and take on new forms. And in that mix, I finally felt free to just be. No longer caught between expectations, I found a place where my “in-between” was not something to fix—it was something to celebrate.
And somehow, through all the movement, all the searching, yoga found me.
Yoga: The Bridge That Connected It All
At first, yoga felt like another new path, something separate from my upbringing. But the deeper I went, the more I saw how it intertwined with everything I already was.
In Sweden, I learned to adapt. In Greece, I found my roots. In the U.S., I embraced my wholeness. And in yoga, I discovered a bridge between them all—between worlds, between identities, between who I had been and who I was still becoming.
The ancient Greeks taught Gnothi Seauton—Know Thyself. Yoga calls it Svadhyaya, self-study. Both teach us that home isn’t a place; it’s a knowing, a deep recognition of self. And maybe, all along, I wasn’t meant to fit into one thing—I was meant to weave them all together.
Perfectly Imperfect, Finally Free
Now, when I teach, when I lead sound baths, when I guide people into stillness, I bring all of it with me. The Greek girl who never quite fit in. The Swedish girl who learned to navigate a world that wasn’t hers. The woman who found her freedom in the U.S. The yogi who understands that belonging isn’t about where you are—it’s about who you are.
My Greek heritage is my soil. My Swedish upbringing is the wind that shaped me. The U.S. gave me space to bloom. And yoga? Yoga is the rain that nourishes it all.
Life has shown me, again and again, that we are never just one thing—we are the fusion of all the places, all the lessons, and all the moments that have shaped us.
Maybe we’re not meant to arrive at one final identity. Maybe we’re meant to keep evolving, keep searching, keep becoming.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s where the magic is. 
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