Hi, I’m Tinuke—and I deeply understand the weight you’re carrying because I’ve been there too.
I know what it feels like to pour endlessly into everyone else while quietly fading in your own story.
I’ve felt the loneliness of loving someone who couldn’t see your pain.
I know the invisible burden of silence, resentment, and emotional shutdown from always needing to be “the strong one.”
When I lost my precious son, I felt like I had lost myself. My marriage became a hollow shell, and I found myself drowning in a grief no one else could understand.
Yet, that breaking point became my turning point.
I embarked on a profound healing journey—not just to survive, but to truly live again, to feel worthy, and to reclaim my freedom.
And in healing my own wounds, I found my purpose.