When I first started out on my healing journey, I was TERRIFIED.

But even though I had no idea what my future would look like, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I couldn’t keep living my life the way I had been living it. I had gotten myself into a whole big mess.

A web of lies and deceit with the husband I was divorcing, substance abuse issues, I had such bad endometriosis that I recently had a full hysterectomy and bilateral oophorectomy, which is where the doctors took everything that made me feel female – my ovaries, my uterus, my fallopian tubes, my cervix. I had to begin hormone supplement therapy, but not until after my body had dropped fully into menopause for a year. 

I lost myself. I was a shell of the old me.

I couldn’t function, and I felt too much, all the time. I used substances to numb the way I felt, and though my husband actively engaged in the same behaviors, this was what ultimately ended my marriage.

But as soon as he moved out, though I felt deep, deep heartbreak, I also felt free.

I had been with the same man since I was sixteen years old. Who was I? How was I going to figure it out?

I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I needed help. 

I found healers that I still use to this day.

I traveled the world. I got my yoga teacher certification. I began to see the world, and myself in a whole new light.

And though I spent a lot of my time alone, I was never actually alone. I had a tribe of people who continued to manifest perfectly into my life.

I learned how to ask for support. I learned how to ask for hugs. I learned that when I didn’t know which way was up or down to sit with myself. To listen. To heal.