Katja Bloemhof

Some journeys are chosen.
Others break you down so completely… that you have no choice but to change.
Iboga didn’t come into my life when I was ready.
It found me when I had nothing left.

👉 Break the cycle. Reclaim your life.

I built a life that looked not just successful — but impressive.
I spent nearly a decade in VIP private aviation, based in Nigeria.
Working at the highest level, with high-profile clients on private jets.
It was a high-pressure, high-responsibility environment — and I thrived in it.

I was trusted. Respected. Well-known in my field.
From the outside, I had it all together.

Professional. Accomplished. In control.
The kind of life people look at and think — she’s doing well.

But behind that image… I was falling apart.
What started as social drinking didn’t stay social for long.
One glass became two.
Two became a bottle.
A bottle became two.
And eventually… neat vodka. Every time.

I wasn’t just drinking for a night.
I was drinking for days… sometimes weeks.

Blackouts. Chaos. Complete loss of control.
I didn’t recognise myself anymore.
I stopped taking care of myself.
I didn’t shower.
I didn’t brush my teeth.
I didn’t care who I had become.

I became angry. Aggressive.
Ugly — in the way I spoke, the way I acted. 

I hurt people. Friends disappeared.
But the worst part wasn’t outside my home.
It was inside it.

I was not a good mother. And that is hard to say — but it is the truth.
I didn’t show up for my children the way they deserved.
There were times I chose alcohol over them.
Times I dropped them off and prayed no one would notice the state I was in. 

Social workers became involved.
I came dangerously close to losing my children.
My husband lived in hell with me.
He didn’t know who he was coming home to —
passed out… or completely out of control. 

I embarrassed him. I broke him down. I destroyed parts of him.
I thought I was only destroying myself. But I wasn’t.
I was destroying my children. My husband.

My entire family. And still…I couldn’t stop.
EVERYTHING FAILED
I tried everything.
Nine rehabs.
Psychiatric wards.
Hypnotherapy.
Talk therapy.
Medical treatments.
Anti-alcohol implants.
Every time, I believed:  This will fix me.

And every time… it didn’t. Each relapse was heavier. Each spiral went deeper.
Each time I drank again, I lost control faster… and fell harder. Because for me, it was never just one drink. One drink was the beginning of the end. 

Eventually…There was nothing left.
I didn’t care whether I lived or died. I wasn’t living. I was a hollow shell. And that’s when Iboga found me.

Not when I was strong. Not when I was ready.
But when I had nothing left. From the very first time…
everything changed. 

The cravings stopped. Not reduced. Not managed.
Stopped. 

For the first time in years… my mind was quiet. It felt like I had been living in black and white for so long —and suddenly… I could see colour again.

Life softened. Opened. Became beautiful again.

But Iboga didn’t just remove the addiction. It showed me the truth. The roots. The pain. The patterns. 

And in that moment, I made a decision: The demons of my past will not raise my children.That cycle ends with me. 

I didn’t just stop drinking.  I found myself again. I started taking care of myself. I saw my worth again. I felt confidence again.

For the first time in years…I believed I was going to be okay. My children felt it.
My husband saw it — and somehow, he stayed.

Trust began to rebuild. Communication returned. My family began to heal. And for the first time in a long time…

I wanted to live.
Today, I walk this path with deep respect.
Because I know what it feels like to be that person — The one people give up on.

The one who keeps trying… and keeps failing. And I know what it feels like to come back from that. This is not theory. This is lived experience.

If you see yourself in this story… or someone you love in it… There is still hope. No matter how far gone it feels. The cycle can end with you.