A 42-year-old Filipina wife, mom, born and raised in the Philippines for over 30 years -beaches, sun, karaoke, family, cousins walking in without warning, sharing food at midnight because the house was full of laughter.
Life there was warm and alive. Now I live in Europe with my Dutch Caribbean husband and our two kids (my son is 19, my daughter is 12). I’ve always been that woman: jolly, generous, a little wild in the best way.
I liked being useful. I liked being “the one who can handle it.”
When we moved, everything changed. After a year apart I followed my husband here with the kids, and life became quiet. No loud Pinoy energy. No neighbours just dropping by. No “tara, beach tayo.”
It was stable here, but colder, slower, and very alone. I tried to adjust. I worked different jobs. I told myself, “You’re strong. You’ll carry this.” I’ve always done physical work — fast food, hotels, logistics. I’m not an office girl. I’m the doer, the fixer, the wife and mom who just gets it done.
Then my body said, “No.” My health started slipping. I developed deep arm pain — like a tennis elbow that wouldn’t heal — to the point some days I couldn’t lift my arm, brush my hair, get dressed alone, or even do simple house chores. I’ve also had migraines since 5th grade, and here they sometimes hit so hard I could barely think. I would wake up already exhausted, like the day had taken me before I even stood up. I kept saying “I’m fine,” but I wasn’t. I stopped working and stayed home “to recover.”
That’s when it got heavy. The days got too quiet. My body was resting, but my mind started sinking. I felt useless, guilty, stuck. I didn’t recognize myself without the busy version of me. I felt like I was fading — not unloved, just disappearing. I pulled away from people. I stopped caring about material things. I cleared my space. I went simple, almost minimalist. I got more spiritual. I started listening to talks about energy, healing, alignment. Not for trend — for survival. I was trying to keep my mind, heart, and spirit alive. I even asked my husband, “Do you still see me, or did I disappear?” Those honest talks helped me breathe again. But I knew one thing: I couldn’t go back to who I was (my body wouldn’t allow it), and I couldn’t stay in that empty place (my mind wouldn’t allow it). I needed a new way to live — not just money, but purpose. I wanted to feel alive, useful, connected, proud of myself again.
So I got curious. Late at night I started searching: “How are women working from home?” “Is online income real?” I studied and invested in learning digital marketing, social media, online business, affiliate marketing. I’m not ‘techy.’ I built my old life with my hands — and now my hands hurt and felt useless. But I told myself: “If there’s a way to support my family, protect my body, and wake up my spirit again… I will learn it.”
That’s when everything clicked. I realized I can build a brand, create content, and recommend products using an AI version of me with online business automation system . Not a fake person — still me. My look. My message. Just digital.
My AI twin can show up in photos, videos and reels, talk, promote — even on days my real body needs rest. She’s the face. I’m the heart. For the first time, I felt real hope that didn’t require me to destroy myself.
Now this is where I am. I’m building my personal brand — always with “Jann,” because I am the story.
My AI twin appears on screen. My real voice is in the caption. I share my journey as a Filipina wife and mom abroad, rebuilding slowly, learning digital from zero, and creating a future that doesn’t force me to choose between my health and my worth.
I speak to the woman who’s homesick, whose body forced her to slow down, who feels guilty for “not contributing,” who just wants to take care of her family without collapsing.
If that’s you, you’re not behind. You’re becoming.
Pause to Heal. Restart with Purpose. 💗
-withjann