My story
Chaos to ease. That's the whole story. Here's the middle.
I built everything I was supposed to.
They pointed to me. I let them.
Because if I stayed the strong one, I never had to feel what was underneath.
I was braced. Full. Fine.
I was lying to myself. And I was the only one who knew.
I've walked through chaos that would crumble most people. Some of it found me. Some of it I chose. None of it gets to define me. I do.
Then everything was lit. Lit up and burned down, both. Bali. The veil dropped. And for the first time in my life, I met the woman underneath it all.
I didn't lose everything in 2018. I put it down.
The beliefs that didn't serve me. Down.
The actions that didn't serve me. Down.
The version of me built for everyone else. Down.
And then, hands finally empty, I picked up what lights me up.
The trust of myself. The safety in my body. The peace in my heart. A life in Bali I chose on purpose. Work that moves through me, not off me. I've been coming home ever since. Lighter every time I put something down, brighter every time I choose what's mine.