There’s a truth I discovered about myself when I decided to make myself the project: I was traumatized at every critical stage of my life. As strange as it sounds, I got excited about this realization. Why? Because now that I know and understand the root of my struggles, I'm finally able to unlock the door to my healing. Understanding how trauma affected me means I can better care for myself, love myself, and become my own therapist.(I did seek professional help in the beginning around 2005-2006 but as I stated many times, they couldn't help me. I don't think my situation was regular, I think it was spiritual and physical, and they weren't capable, but we will discuss that another time.) I’ve learned to give myself the same love and care that I’ve always given to others, and it works in a way I never expected.
I spent so many years trying to figure out what was wrong with me, why I kept allowing myself to be distracted by people, places, and things that weren't in alignment with what I wanted to achieve. Battling depression, anxiety, and PTSD, I went to therapy, but therapy didn’t work for me. I had to find my own path, and that path led me to awareness, then to God, then self-care and self-love and that was the start of my journey. It's a interesting, exciting and tedious journey to get where I am now, but I now know that there is always more, healing isn’t just a destination—it’s definitely a process that cannot be rushed, and it begins with understanding.
For most of my life, I ignored my own needs, always giving to others and neglecting myself. But when I decided to love myself in the way I loved others, everything changed. This discovery has been life-changing, inspiring and the thing that answered the many questions I held inside.
It’s actually very simple, and powerful: treat yourself the way you would treat someone you love. This has been my mantra for a few years now. It’s not about perfection—it’s about showing up for yourself, especially when no one else does. Sometimes, this means re-parenting yourself, and giving yourself the things you didn’t get in childhood.
I ran from my purpose for years. I didn’t want to be in the spotlight, and I found every excuse to avoid stepping into my calling. But I’ve learned that running only prolonged my suffering and illness. I am now embracing my purpose with both hands, two feet on the ground, eyes wide open and I am tuned all the way in. I’m not wasting any more time. Life is too short. My purpose is my reason for being here, and it’s time I start walking in it, no matter how uncomfortable it may seem.
This journey is far from over, but this is what I know: I’m no longer running. I’m ready to continue doing the inner and outer work required to live a purposeful, fulfilling life. I will share my experiences, lessons, and wisdom, and I’m no longer waiting for the “perfect” moment to do that. Now is the time.
We all have a purpose.
We all have a gift or talent that’s meant to be shared with the world.
Don’t waste time like I did, distracted by everything and everyone.
Embrace your journey. Take time to breathe, prioritize what truly matters, and love yourself through it all. Tomorrow isn’t promised, and it's time to act.
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