I was a cutter. My body was my bullseye until his death transformed me.
I’ve always been a thoughtful, cautious person. Ever since I could remember I’ve taken great care with my actions. My family used to jokingly call me the alien child because I wasn’t carefree and careless at times like everyone else in my household.
Then when puberty hit and my hormones raged, I started to be more reckless with my life. I still wonder why no one told me about hormones and the moodiness that accompanied them like a haunting old flame? I think a semblance of awareness of the changes happening to my brain and body would have saved me loads of pain and inner-struggle, and perhaps even transformed my life.
Maybe you’re doing enough. Maybe every action you take is the right action for your soul.
Over three years ago I made one of the biggest decisions of my adult life: I let go of my small business and I enrolled in graduate school. My fearful self told me I was signing up for years of debt, nonstop work — aka more stress. I chose to shift careers at the age of 37. A single parent. A self employed yoga and mindfulness instructor. A budding self-help writer,on her way to being one of Elephant Journal’s featured writers. Creativity-wise, I was swimming freely in the pool of my soul’s deepest dreams. I wasn’t making a ton of money, but I was content — maybe even what some might call happy.
I’d spent over a decade “doing the work” — going within and peeling away layers of old, stuck, limiting and life-sucking beliefs.
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.