Hey there!
If you’ve landed on this page, it’s not by accident. Something inside you is ready for a new beginning. And I’m here to tell you- you’re in the right place.
I’m Julietta Rose, and I’m so grateful our paths have crossed.
Helping people heal, grow, and rise into their true power is more than what I do- it’s who I am. This work is personal for me. I’ve walked through deep loss, trauma, and the kind of darkness that makes you wonder if things will ever get better. But I found my way to the other side-and now I’m here to walk with you toward yours.
🌿 What It’s Like to Work with Me
I keep things warm, friendly, and real.
We laugh, we cry, we celebrate the little wins and the big breakthroughs.
I hold space for the messy middle because healing isn’t always neat—but it is always worth it.
And yes, I bring a little magic into it too, because transformation isn’t just about digging deep…
It’s about rediscovering the wonder of what’s possible for you.
🌿 This Is Your Sanctuary
Meltdown to Masterpiece isn’t just a name- it’s a sacred space for healing, growth, and awakening.
It’s your soft place to land after life has knocked you around. It’s where you come to lay down what’s heavy and remember who you really are. And it’s where you’ll find a community of kindred spirits who are also walking this path—learning, healing, rising.
You don’t have to do this alone anymore.
🌿 Your New Chapter Starts Here
Take a deep breath.
You’ve already taken the hardest step—showing up.
Now let’s see where this journey leads.
Towards peace.
Towards joy.
Towards a life that feels lighter, brighter, and more you than ever before.
Let’s walk this road together.
I can’t wait to meet you, hear your story, and help you create your masterpiece!
Here’s to your healing, your rising, and all the beautiful new beginnings ahead.
With love,
Julietta Rose
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My from Meltdown to Masterpiece Story
🌿 The Beginning (Shattering)
When I was eight years old, my world fell apart in a way no child should ever have to experience.
My mother- a woman with a gentle heart and a soft voice- took her own life. At the time, I was too young to understand it, but old enough to feel the deep emptiness she left behind. The sorrow on her face became a haunting memory I carried with me into every dark corner of my life after that. Her absence left a hole in me- a space filled with unanswered questions and words I never got the chance to say.
Not long after, my father remarried. Grace. If there was love in her heart, I never saw it. From the moment she entered my life, she made it clear I was an unwanted reminder of a past she wished didn’t exist. She was cruel in a way that cuts deep - words like knives, glances that made me shrink. I wasn’t treated like a child… I was treated like a burden.
My father didn’t protect me. He looked away, too busy with his own life to notice mine was falling apart. And so, home became a place of shadows. Grace’s daily criticism. cruelty and coldness chipped away at my spirit, until I barely recognized myself. I became quiet. Small. Invisible. I learned to live in survival mode long before I even knew what that was.
🌿 Meltdowns & Survival Mode
In my twenties, I finally got out. I left that house, but I didn’t leave the pain behind. I carried it with me- those old stories, the feelings of not being enough, not being wanted. I took whatever jobs I could find. I scraped by. I was trying to survive in a world I wasn’t sure had a place for me.
And then came the meltdowns. The first at twenty-one. The second at twenty-four. Another at twenty-eight.
Each time, it felt like I was drowning in everything I had been running from. There were moments when I wondered if I would end up like my mother taking my own life when the weight of it all felt too much to bear. But somewhere deep inside me, there was this tiny spark.
A whisper that said, No. You’re not done yet. And so I chose to fight for myself. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t fast.
But it was the start of something new. The beginning of my healing.
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🌿 Healing & Rising
Healing didn’t happen overnight. It was messy, raw, and hard. I cried for the mother I lost. I grieved for the little girl who never got to feel safe. And I finally faced the pain I had locked away for so long.
But with every tear, every breakthrough, I was reclaiming pieces of myself I thought were gone forever. I learned that my scars weren’t something to be ashamed of. They were proof that I had survived. And over time, I started to see myself through different eyes- eyes that were kind, compassionate… forgiving. I realized I was worthy of love. Worthy of happiness. And slowly, I began to believe it.
🌿 From Nightmare to Bliss
During my darkest days, I found a lifeline in spirituality. In quiet moments of self-reflection.
In a deep connection with God, the Universe- whatever you want to call that loving energy that’s bigger than all of us.
It guided me to a higher place within myself. A place where I wasn’t defined by my pain, but by my strength. Where I could feel peace. Joy. Even bliss. I found my sense of humor again (which might be one of the best parts!). And I started to live in a way that felt light and free.
No, it wasn’t a straight path. But it brought me to where I am today- living in the present, no longer defined by the shadows of my past.
I reclaimed my power. And I realized I wasn’t just here to survive. I was here to shine.
🌿 Finding My Purpose
Today, I stand tall in who I am. I’m not afraid of my story. I’ve turned my pain into power, my wounds into wisdom.
And if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s this:
You can heal.
You can rise.
And no matter how broken you feel, you are never beyond repair.
You are a masterpiece in the making.
I’m living proof that even the deepest scars can become sources of strength and beauty. And if you’re reading this, maybe you’re ready to start your own transformation.
If so, I’m here.
Ready to walk with you.
With love,
Julietta Rose