From Corporate Marketing to Intuitive Life Consultant & Medium: How I found my way back to myself

There's a version of my life that looks great on a resume.

Born in Venezuela. Moved to Australia. Then the US. Built a career in corporate marketing across three countries. Worked my way up. Hit the milestones. Checked the boxes.

And felt like a hamster on a wheel every single day.

Not burned out in the dramatic way people talk about — no breakdown, no breakdown moment. Just a slow, persistent feeling that I was in the wrong life. That I was performing a version of myself that didn't actually fit.

I kept going anyway. Because that's what you do. There's a version of my life that looks impressive on a resume.

The job that broke me

I had a boss who made me cry every day during my pregnancy. And as you can imagine, I couldn't quit because nobody is going to hire a pregnant woman about to give birth.

After returning from maternity leave, I kept showing up. I pushed through, performed, and told myself that this was just how it was, that work was hard, and I was strong enough to handle it.

But something was missing. I couldn't quite name it; I just knew that the life I was living wasn’t the life I was meant to lead.

So, I visited a psychic. He said to me, "Honey, what are you doing in that dumb job? Do you know you are psychic?" You can imagine my face.

A few days later, I got laid off. I texted him and he said, "Honey, if you don't make the decision, your guides are going to do it for you."

I've reflected on the timing of that event a lot. Was it a warning? A nudge? The Universe finally running out of patience?

I don’t know. What I do know is that I couldn't go back to corporate life unless I was in a situation where I had to live under a bridge.

The gift that was already waiting

What I found in that space wasn't something new. It was something old, older than me, older than anything I'd built in my career.

My great-grandmother Francisca was a Rosicrucian and a Psychic-Medium. The intuitive gift moved through the women in my family like a current that nobody talked about out loud. My grandmother had it and didn't talk about it, and my mom was terrified of it. When I told my mom I was doing this, my mom freaked out. The gift was just there all along, passed down quietly, generation to generation. By the time it got to me, it had been waiting a long time.

What I do now. An intuitive life consultant and a medium

Today, I work as an intuitive life consultant and a medium. I work with women who have lost themselves in motherhood, in grief, in a life that was built around everyone else's needs and expectations.

I know what it feels like to wake up and not recognize yourself. I know what it feels like to keep performing when something deep inside you is asking for something different.

And I know what it feels like to finally stop running long enough to receive what was always meant for you.

I'm also a medium in training at the Evidential Mediumship Academy, working with teachers trained directly by Mavis Pitilla, a woman who gave over 50 years of her life to this work and left behind everything she knew so people like me could keep learning.

I still don't stop being in awe of what this work makes possible.

A woman who waited decades for an apology, and he came through to say sorry.

A father who crossed over less than a month before his daughter sat with me, and showed up.

A mother living with Alzheimer's whose soul came through to tell her daughter thank you for everything she does.

This is the work, and I love it! I wouldn't change a thing. Any detour I had or the depression from being laid off from my corporate job, I would do it all over again because this is who I am, and it feels so rewarding to be able to help others.

If any of this sounds familiar

If you're reading this and something in you recognizes the feeling, the wheel, the performance, the quiet sense that there's supposed to be more, I made something for you.

It's a free workbook called 5 Ways to Start Feeling Like You Again. Not a checklist or toxic positivity, just five real things that help you come back to yourself when you've drifted so far you can't remember who you were before.

And if you're ready to go deeper, a reading, a session, a conversation, book a discovery call

Venezuela. Australia. The US.

And somehow, this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

With honesty and a different lens,

Maria