My Story
From Self-Abandonment to Embodied Mastery
I didn't always speak from this place of clarity.
I didn't always move with this kind of softness.
There was a time I bent myself into shapes no embodied person was ever meant to take.
I was the over-giver.
The over-functioner.
Running on empty while pouring endlessly into others.
Eventually, I became someone I no longer recognized—
disconnected from my body, mistrusting of my own voice,
insecure, and unworthy.
The spark that once lit my path dimmed,
and with it, my ambition and motivation quietly slipped away.
My libido vanished.
My softness hardened into survival.
Life—and love—became something I clung to with white-knuckled desperation.
And beneath it all, my unmet needs and unprocessed pain were distorting everything:
my confidence, my relationships, even my sense of worth.
But before the healing came the unraveling.
I felt drained and depleted—anxious about nothing, irritable about everything.
My focus and memory? Slippery at best.
I was tired all the time, yet couldn't sleep through the night without herbal sedatives—
and even then, I never woke up rested.
Headaches lingered no matter how hydrated I was
or how many forms of magnesium I tried.
I couldn't feel excitement. I couldn't feel peace.
I couldn't feel me.
I didn't enjoy anything for myself.
I didn't even know what I enjoyed anymore.
I overate just to feel something different.
Isolated at home and in my bedroom whenever I could.
I spent thousands on supplements for low energy, brain fog, bloating, indigestion, constipation, and more.
I chased answers for my chronic fatigue, weight gain, stubborn belly fat, lower back pain, nausea, hair loss, brittle nails, acne, pelvic pressure, and hormonal issues—
and still... nothing changed.
I felt invisible in relationships that demanded everything from me.
I abandoned myself to keep the peace.
I stayed silent in rooms that asked me to shrink.
I tolerated friendships that were one-sided.
And in the name of love, I betrayed myself again and again.
I didn't know it then, but I was grieving.
Grieving the version of me I had forgotten.
Grieving the radiance I could no longer feel.
Grieving the woman I was always meant to be.
But something shifted when I stopped running and turned inward.
I let myself feel—the grief, the anger, the hunger, the truth.
I honoured each emotion without shame.
I took radical responsibility for my choices.
I stopped outsourcing my value and started standing firmly in it.
I began relearning the art of balance:
how to nurture others without abandoning myself,
how to trust my intuition again—and let it guide me home.
I opened to receiving.
I spoke my needs without apology.
I listened to my body—not as a burden, but as a teacher.
I shed the “all-or-nothing” mindset that had sabotaged me for decades
and began tending to my body with compassion.
And soon, my body responded...
Over 73 lbs of chronic fatigue, depression, anxiety, muscle aches, bloating, hormonal imbalance, junk food cravings, inflammation—and So Much Heaviness—began to melt away...
not just from my skin, but from my soul.
My creativity flowed again—wild and untamed.
My sensuality returned—not performative, but alive.
And my softness?
It came back not as fragility, but as a quiet, unshakable power.
The fire I thought had burned out was never gone—it was only waiting.
When it finally reignited, it lit the path back to myself.
My soul rekindled, my passion awakened, and my dreams burned brighter than ever.
So if you're anything like me—
you're done settling.
Done surviving but not thriving.
Done mistaking exhaustion for devotion.
Done feeling invisible… a shadow of yourself.
You're ready to reclaim your wholeness.
To rise—
and this time, nothing's getting in your way.