Rose O. Unzueta is the kind of woman who leaves an impression—whether it’s her bold laugh echoing down the street or the sway in her walk that carries generations of rhythm and resilience. Born to a fiery Brazilian mother who made waves in biomedical research and a sharp-witted Italian father who built his reputation as a successful international business consultant, Rose grew up surrounded by ambition but never lacked affection. Her home life was filled with soulful music, late-night debates over espresso, and the kind of love that left no room for doubt.

She was raised in Rhode Island, but spent summers split between São Paulo and Rome, absorbing not just the languages but the depth of her heritage. She speaks Portuguese and Italian fluently, switching between them effortlessly, especially when she’s worked up, or trying to charm her way through a situation. That blend of cultures wasn’t just a backdrop— it shaped her worldview, her passion, and her quiet determination to do more than just exist.

Academically gifted and emotionally astute, Rose pursued a Ph.D. in Behavioral Medicine, a demanding program that allowed her to study both clinical medical sciences and psychology. She always believed healing needed to happen on more than one level. Body and mind working in tandem, not isolation. Her research explored trauma, stress physiology, and the often-overlooked emotional toll of chronic illness. But after years of intense work in academic hospitals and research labs, the burnout crept in. Long hours. Institutional politics. Losses that stayed with her longer than they should’ve.

When her long-term relationship ended in a quiet implosion that left more questions than answers, Rose took it as a sign: she needed to breathe, to reset, to be somewhere that still had *soul*.

So she packed up, drove north, and landed in Woodcrest— a place with just enough charm to feel like home and just enough mystery to feel like a new beginning.

She’s content to walk the streets, take long mornings over coffee, and rebuild herself on her own terms. She doesn’t say much about her past, but there’s clearly more to her than meets the eye.

She relocated to Woodcrest, seeking a slower rhythm and a closer connection to her patients. At Woodcrest Clinic, she now works with anyone who walks through the door needing help.

Rose carries herself with warmth, but there’s a steel spine beneath the softness. She’s deeply intuitive, fiercely loyal, and not one to shy away from standing her ground. She’s not running. She’s just choosing where to plant her truth next.

And in Woodcrest, she’s carving out a new rhythm—one foot in the present, the other still dancing to the beats of her roots.