I’ve always understood things before I had words for why. That instinct is the thread that runs through everything I’ve done, even the years I spent trying to outrun it.

At twenty one I moved to Dubai and started training in hypnotherapy. But wellness wasn’t an established business then, not the kind that pays your bills, and I was operating from survival mode. So I went to the next best thing I loved, which was creativity. I landed in marketing. And then I didn’t just land, I excelled.
Ten years in pharmaceutical marketing, working with Big industry names like Pfizer, MundiPharma, running government outreach for bodies like KHDA and Ministry of Health. I became the youngest manager, then the youngest director, with a team of ten reporting to me. High-calibre, high-stakes work, always delivering more than anyone expected.

None of it ever filled the gap.

At twenty six, I fell into a depression that nothing could pull me out of. I was still the front face of client servicing, still closing campaigns, still meeting deadlines. But there were days I couldn’t get myself out of bed. Days I couldn’t eat. I would try to tell myself we need to get up, and my body simply didn’t comply. Most days I didn’t have the luxury to fall apart, so I forced myself through a complete mental shutdown, because I had to work.

I went to doctors. Traditional medicine didn’t work for me.

And then, for reasons I still can’t fully explain, a tiny piece of green aventurine gave me my first emotional release in four or five months. I had no idea why it worked. I just knew something had shifted. That’s when crystal healing entered my life, not as something I studied, but as the first thing that actually helped when nothing else did.

It cracked something open, and it took me back to the girl who’d started reading tarot cards at sixteen, long before any of this, who’d always understood that language before she had a reason to trust it.

So I came back. And I came back swinging. Boss-lady. Go-getter. Ruthless. I was operating from ego, from the superficial expectation of what success looks like, fully in my masculine energy, never giving myself permission to soften. My body kept the score. I developed PCOS. But I kept going, because that’s what I knew how to do.

Then in 2019, a personal crisis sent me back into breakdown. Except this time it wasn’t depression. It was anxiety and panic attacks. Sitting in parking lots, crying, unable to move. And this time, instead of powering through, I listened. For the first time, I actually listened.

I left Dubai. I moved to Abu Dhabi with no plan. I thought maybe I’d continue in marketing somehow. But life had other plans. Signs, timing, and a pull I couldn’t ignore brought me into founding my own practice: Creative Leaf Holistic.

Over the next five years, the practice evolved as I did. It started as individual healing modalities offered one at a time. Slowly it shaped itself into something more complete: a full self-actualisation program built around three layers: Clarity, Alignment, and Expansion.

And at some point I realised the name no longer fit. Creative Leaf Holistic was about creating your own reality and turning a new leaf. That’s a beautiful idea, but it wasn’t what the work had become. Through months of deep reflection, the name Celestial Karisma arrived. Celestial for the wisdom and alignment of the stars. Karisma for the personal power already inside you, waiting to be activated. It’s not about manifesting based on a whim. It’s about aligning with your authenticity and becoming the most powerful version of yourself.