I’ve been digging deep, uncovering the best parts of myself for as long as I can remember. It wasn’t like I was looking for enlightenment, it wasn’t something I was raised in/with. I was raised by a dynamic, hardworking, committed single mother, who taught me that women can raise a family on their own. That women are stronger than they know. A good thing too, since as a young girl I had no idea just how badly I would need to lean on my mother’s example.
The Divine gave me a life path that forced my hand. The only way I was going to get joy; health of body, and mind, was if I did the work to heal all the sexual abuse I endured. The only way I was going to live my one best life, as the daughter of a neglectful absentee alcoholic father, was if I uncovered how to break the cycle of alcoholism that coursed through my veins. The only way I was going to figure out how to find validation for myself instead of receiving it, and holding that which came from literally every single person I encountered outside of me as more important than how I saw myself, was to explore the why’s that triggered years of bulimia within me.
I had no choice. I had to do the work. I had to grit my teeth, and do the f*#king work.
So I did.
Years and years and years of work. Therapy. NLP. Spirituality. Coaching. If there is a healing modality out there; I’ve likely done it. And you know what? It worked. I’m not only still standing, I’m thriving and living this thing called life without losing my cool!