Tatiana Schallert: My Story

Where It All Began

Music found me before I found words. At two years old, I'd sit at the baby grand piano in our Oregon farmhouse for hours, lost in melodies I didn't know how to name. By three, I was begging my mom for a violin. By six, I was the youngest member of the local youth orchestra — so small I needed a stool for my feet, wearing concert dresses my mom sewed by hand.

I grew up milking goats at dawn, playing Mozart by afternoon, and having encounters with God during bedtime prayers I didn't fully understand until years later. At thirteen, I soloed with the Salem Chamber Orchestra. I went on to study violin at Willamette University, worship arts at Corban University, and earned a scholarship to the San Francisco Conservatory of Music. At Corban, I led worship and served as Concert Mistress, pouring my whole heart into serving through song.

But somewhere along the way, the religion I loved became the thing that wounded me most.

The Long Road Here

There was a season in my life when I didn't think I'd survive. I was a young mother of four, barely functioning. The grief had piled so high I couldn't see over it anymore — years of trauma, being blamed and pushed out by people who were supposed to love me. I isolated. I stopped singing. I wondered if the light inside me had gone out for good.

And then, in my darkest moment, I encountered Jesus. Not the version I'd been taught to fear. Not the one who comes with conditions and judgment. The one who meets you on the floor when you have nothing left — and stays.

That encounter didn't erase the pain. But it became the seed of everything that came after.

Through the Fire

In 2017, the Tubbs Wildfire forced my family to leave California and start over in Houston, Texas. I was grieving. Lost. Wondering if I'd ever feel that creative spark again.

And then, slowly, the music returned. I started writing my way through healing — songs that became prayers, melodies that carried me when words couldn't. My debut single, “Love Surrounds You,” began as a lullaby to my children and my own inner child. It became, in my words, an anthem of divine protection — a way of saying the truth I needed to hear myself: love surrounds you everywhere you are, even when everything burns, even when you can't see the path.

Becoming The Love Faery

The name “The Love Faery” came to me while searching for words to describe who I was becoming. The meaning I hold for my name, Tatiana Karina, is “fairy queen,” and, through “Karinca,” love — a personal meaning, not a dictionary one, but one that has shaped how I understand my own calling. I realized I was being called to embody the purity of love — not perfect love, but real love. Healing love. The kind that meets you exactly where you are.

Why I Do This

I know what it feels like to lose your voice. To feel like you don't belong anywhere — too wounded for the world, too unconventional for the church, too much and not enough all at once.

I also know what it feels like to find your way back. To discover that your sensitivity is a gift, your story matters, and your voice matters more than you know.

“That's why I teach. That's why I sing. That's why I hold space for others.”

A Little About My Life Now

I live in Cypress, Texas with my husband and our four children. I'm a night owl, a recovering perfectionist, and someone who believes showing up imperfectly still counts as showing up. I drink ceremonial cacao like some people drink coffee. I take long spa days when my soul needs tending. I still cry when I sing certain songs.

And I still believe — maybe now more than ever — that your dreams are closer than you realize. That your presence makes a difference. And I believe love surrounds you everywhere you are.

I don't know what brought you to this page. Maybe you're searching for something you can't name. Maybe you're healing from something no one else understands. Maybe you just need to know that someone out there has walked through fire and made it to the other side.

Whatever it is — you belong here.

There's one more chapter to this story — the day a platform she didn't own tried to erase her, and why she built this site instead of ever fully trusting one again.

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