YOGA INSTRUCTOR
CONTENT CREATOR
PROJECT MANAGER
BREATHWORK FACILITATOR
EXTROVERTED INTROVERT
NEO EMOTIONAL RELEASE PRACTITIONER
It's so nice to meet you!
I hit a depressive stage when my sister passed away. No amount of therapy or talking helped. I took a year out from University and travelled to India. It was during this time that I first encountered yoga. I had no expectations, but I decided to dive in. After just my first class, I came out feeling completely transformed — tears of joy running down my face. I felt like it was the first time I truly 'met' myself. A moment I will never forget - I made a prayer of gratitude & commitment to myself: I would share the power of yoga with others one day.
When I returned home, I continued with my degree and 'normal life' kicked in. Something always felt off. I couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't quite belong, that something was missing. I always yearned for something more, a deeper sense of fulfilment.
I come from a broken family, and I’d experienced early childhood sexual abuse, physical abuse, and toxic relationships throughout my life. Despite this, I was incredibly fortunate to have a close-knit group of friends who brought me so much of my inner joy throughout these years. Despite challenges, I considered myself to be a light hearted, happy-go-lucky kinda girl. I knew I had big dreams and never lost faith along the way.
In 2015 I was diagnosed with a chronic health condition, and was put on daily medications. It was a shock to the system, but I pushed through and thought I'd reached a balancing point, doing what I loved on the side, partaking in a few low budget music videos and modelling. At this point I was also in a fairly happy relationship, and had started my journey into holistic healing.
Just when I thought things were improving, life threw me a curveball. I was rushed to the hospital and found myself face to face with death. At one point, doctors weren’t sure I’d make it, and my friends & family came to say their goodbyes. But by some miracle, I pulled through.
When I woke up, I had no recollection of what had happened and did not realise I was even lying in a hospital bed. When I was told, the shock hit me. It was a very traumatic time. My recovery was complex. Everything changed. I had to relearn the basics - from being able to use my voice again, talk, lift my own head up and eventually walk again. I lost a relationship I deeply cared for, my job, and had to move back in with my Mum. My life had done a complete 180, and I remember looking down, not recognising the palms on my hands, let alone the person I saw in the mirror staring back at me. Frail, struggling with PTSD, I began the long process of rebuilding from the ground up.
For the next 5 years, I found myself deep in throes of the dark night of the soul. At first, I clung to the 'good girl' persona, painting life with the brightest colours believing that healing was all about staying positive and keeping all negativity at bay. I went through a huge transition and betrayal within the friendship circle that I held close to my heart for so long. I decided to pull away and to not surround myself with anyone who spoke negatively about others.
I re-created my life around this guilt and feeling that I 'owed' my survival to my family for fighting for my life and for being there for me on countless days during that time.
I was determined to prove to my Mum, my family, and my friends that I could bounce back and become the version of me they wanted to see—a fresh start to match the second chance at life I’d been given.
But as my world began to revolve around this performative perfection, I didn’t notice how I was silencing the truest parts of myself. The inner me—raw, messy, and in need of love—was quietly being suffocated. Any time I started to feel, I'd numb down and avoid my feelings. I became an expert in appearances but a stranger to my own emotions.
I started to see external success - I landed a great role in Project Management, I was teaching yoga - life seemed to be on the rise again. And although I didn't believe in monogamy at the time, I silenced my intuition, listened to the pressures of my family and joined a dating app.
As a 2nd gen Srilankan filled with this guilt, I was still feeling vulnerable and it was hard not to fall into pressures of family. I ended up falling into a 4-year relationship with Mr. 'Perfect.' I thought God was finally blessing me with my perfect life, after all the years of pain and battles.
I deserved it right?
So in all the ways this guy wanted of me, over the years I started to mould my myself into the 'perfect good girl' he wanted, further minimising what little Aiesh needed. He encouraged the disconnection from those closest around me, keeping our relationship low, and I was certain I just had to make a few more changes he needed from me and I'd be one step away from a life of calm.
Finally.
Until Mr Perfect turned out to be anything but - and who I eventually found out was cheating on me, with countless women the entire time.
I was done.
No more little miss good girl.
Enter Ms
Dark Femme
I entered the dark knight of the soul, truly stepped into my shadows, my dark feminine.
Something had changed. It was completely, unapologetically IDGAF vibes.
I was reckless. Nothing mattered. I was in complete destructive mode. At the same time, I was completely unafraid to speak my truth, unafraid to be bold, be brave, step into authenticity and I deeply came face to face with the unhealed shadow aspects of my Self.
I disconnected even further from friends and family as I learnt harsh truths and as I evolved into a person they no longer resonated with.
I didn't care. Nothing stopped me. I went deeper.
I further connected to my Self. At this point, I was barely scratching the surface. I was understanding existence, everything, life around me, my trauma, my reality, all through the -
mind.
I went further, and through embodiment and psychosomatics, I discovered what I had been missing all along.
Would I change my story? Not for a moment. That journey taught me, first handedly what the mind alone could not: healing is incomplete without the body.
Through integration of both aspects of the light and good within me I was able to reach a place of wholeness. It truly felt like I came home to a sense of belonging. All within ME. With no external forces or validation from anyone.
My life took a 360-degree turn, and the irony struck me—how often do we search for healing in every external place, only to find the answers deep within ourselves?
The glow after the shadow
I dived even further — deeper than I ever imagined and came across a certification around all of what I had discovered within myself.
Even now, standing on the other side of it, my mission and dream remain unchanged.
From as early as I can remember, I’ve been asking the big questions—about existence, the creation of life, and the mysteries woven into the fabric of Hinduism that have always fascinated me.
Looking back, I see how every challenge, every twist in the road, brought me here. Life unfolded exactly as it needed to, each step shaping the person I’ve become.
Even in my darkest moments, something within me knew there was a reason I made it through, a purpose behind the way my challenges shaped me. Today, I see that purpose clearly: to share my story and inspire others to reclaim their wholeness.
Because deep down, isn’t that what we’re all seeking?
True connection.
True love.
A return to the essence of who we are.
I feel an undeniable calling to help women reconnect with their feminine essence, heal their wombs, and tap into the ancient wisdom of our ancestors. To guide them as they step into their true power.
Because being a womban—is one of life’s greatest blessings.
But this modern, patriarchal world will have you believe otherwise. It will condition you to forget the sacred power you hold.
I’m here to change that.
Will you join me on this journey? I promise you—it’ll be nothing short of extraordinary.
