Kind, compassionate, strong.
My story began when I was young, so I grew up fast.
I share this story with you at 22 because I have learned so much in these 22 years and 10 months that I have been here. On this planet. Exploring, learning, and growing.
I’m a survivor of self-harm and suicidal thoughts.
I’m a survivor of being told I’m not good enough and that my life is going to amount to nothing.
I’m a survivor of mental and emotional abuse. That’s much worse than the times I’ve been hit.
I’m a survivor of being misunderstood and different.
I’m a survivor of life and a founder of love.
Love saved me. Love is what makes surviving your shit worth it.
Love for yourself.
Love for your partner in life.
Love for your children.
Messy, outrageous, beautiful, unconditional love.
My story is finding unconditional love.
I used to not believe in love. I used to think it was a sham. You can deeply care about people, but there’s no way they can love you unconditionally. Not when you’re broken, not good enough, and unworthy.
I spent 22 years not feeling good enough or worthy. I tried pleasing others through my job, my accomplishments, the amount of money in my bank account. I tried to please others by only showing what I wanted them to see on the outside. While on the inside, I felt like I was suffocating. Alone. Unsupported.
Then I found love. I opened myself to love.
I found love for myself. Deep, raw, healing.
The kind of love that makes you appreciate your entire being in the mirror.
That makes you appreciate your stretch marks, your curves, and your entire being as it is naked and organic.
This is the kind of love that holds your life in her hands in a way that brings you to your knees.
This is the kind of love that makes you cry. Cry with anger. Cry with happiness. Cry with release.
Love brought me back to what it’s like to feel.
Feel my emotions.
Feel my accomplishments.
Feel my purpose.
Feel love from others.
When you let yourself feel, you let yourself live and heal.
22 feels young, but I had a lot of shit happen to me in that amount of time that needed to be healed.
Pain and trauma. Buried wounds and resentment.
I am still a work in progress, but each day I feel more love which means I have healed yet another part that was taking up space in my heart.
My story is one of healing. Of growing. Of shifting.
I shifted the way I view money.
I shifted the way I show love and let myself be loved.
I shifted the relationship with my significant other.
I shifted the way I take care of myself.
I decided that I was worthy, despite what I’ve been told.
I decided that my life was on purpose.
I decided to show the fuck up.
You become a force of light when you decide to show up for your life.
Showing up for your life makes you do crazy things.
Like quitting your job with no money in the bank.
Like remaining calm and supported when your finances look like shit.
Like finding your tribe in the most unexpected places.
Like creating boundaries and communicating your thoughts and feelings.
Showing up makes you feel insane. Like you should be doubting your every decision.
And I did doubt. And fear. And worry.
But my sense of love and support is what kept me going.
This love that I have from the Source that created me.
The Source that gave me the desires of my heart.
I started following those desires and listening to my dreams and intuition.
I let my body guide me.
I let my inner knowing tell me where to go, what to do, and what to say.
I started letting myself be led in co-creating my life.
My life gets to be what I want it to be.
It gets to be abundant.
It gets to be impactful.
It gets to create a ripple effect of love.
I share this insight into my story with you because I love you. I don’t know the details of your soul, but I don’t have to. The same Source that created me, created you. You are divine, magical, loved, and worthy. You have your own light and story that needs to be shared. You have your own impact.
I ask of you, what is your story? Where do you come from? What have you learned from your time on this planet? How have you loved and let yourself be loved?
Share your story.
Share it with me.
Share it with your loved ones.
Share it with your social media followers.
Share it with the world.
Your story is important. Your story has purpose. You have purpose.
Share your story because the world needs it.
Someone needs to hear your story. Someone needs to connect with you.
Your words matter.
Write your story.
Speak your story.
Text your story.
Post your story.
It doesn’t matter how you share, it just matters that you do.
It matters that you let yourself be loved.
It matters that you love others.