How I got here
A number of years ago, I found myself sitting sitting on the top steps of my condo, pulling on my hair has hard as I could, screaming to God at the top of my lungs…
“I just want to fucking die.”
After that moment, I had a choice. Allow myself to be buried by the circumstances around me
or find a way to rebuild my life.
It was a fucking dark and cold journey; but I did rebuild my life. I found my footing. I took space to find healing. And once I found healing, I was able to uncover purpose.
While I have seen therapists, worked with coaches, attended workshops, bought courses, done breath work sessions, received Reki, learned meditation, and more…my biggest tool to rebuild my life came from me and my journal.
I had to face myself.
And this is where I learned to like and love the man I saw in the mirror.
It took me many years to reconcile my childhood.
I was adopted by my Grandparents at a very young age under traumatic circumstances that still make little sense to me.
They raised me in a Ultra-Fundamentalist, Christian environment; which I now consider a cult.
Every experience I had…
Every belief I held…
was carefully curated for me to act a certain way in the world.
This cult shaped my core identity as a child and leaving it
scared the shit out of me.
Over the years since, I have wrestled with my spirituality, I have gone through the dark night the soul, I have faced the devil -
and I fucking won.
It was in these dark times, when my identity was in crisis mode, where I rediscovered who I really was, and what I deeply believed about myself, about God, and the Universe.
In the middle of the darkness, I ignited the fire in my soul.
Today, I love and like everything about who I am and how I show up in the world.
I love life
AND, SO CAN YOU!
