I grew up in a dysfunctional household with an alcoholic and mentally ill mother. Finding my way was very tough. My journey included lots of covering up emotions in unhealthy ways. As I moved through depression, anxiety and low self-worth, I never knew how to deal with any of the experiences I was going through.
It wasn't until I used writing to process the challenges in my world where things changed. I stuffed diaries and notebooks in my sock drawer, protected by the almighty "locket".
I was always the child with "too many emotions" or so I was made to believe. I always felt so deeply, until I didn't anymore. I didn't feel anything at all. I remained numb for many, many years. I was no longer affectionate toward those I loved. I no longer felt pain of a break-up, or for anyone really.
I used to think I was broken because when I definitely should have been feeling sadness, I felt nothing.
As I grew older, I was feeling depleted living this life that didn't feel like my own. It wasn't fulfilling. I began uncovering the layers through self discovery and incredible healing practices. The pain was intense at times, but just the fact that I was actually feeling the pain was a sign that I was making progress.
I was put on this Earth to help others. I do believe it's my calling. As a kid, I would always dread going to counseling, not knowing how a person I didn't know could truly care about me and my life. Now, I get it, because that's me. I truly care about you and what you are going through, and It's not only my passion, but my mission to help you see the light.