As a small child, I would often stare up at the sky and ask, “Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing?” Not many children my age were asking questions like that—it’s not exactly a typical childhood thought. Yet there was always a sense of being different, like coming from somewhere else… another planet, perhaps. Big questions about life came naturally, along with a deep sensitivity to the emotions of others.
Growing up, that sensitivity showed up as reactivity. Emotions felt overwhelming, and without the tools to process them, it often led to getting in trouble. Looking back now, it’s clear those reactions were tied to absorbing the energy and feelings of those around me, without knowing how to express or release them in a healthy way.
Years later, life brought challenges and trauma that would shape everything. About four years ago, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was devastating. My father had already battled cancer twice and survived, yet both of my parents were elderly. Trying to be there for them while also caring for my child, maintaining a relationship, working, going to school, and managing a household became overwhelming. Balance felt impossible. Stress, anger, and the constant feeling of being on the verge of burnout became the norm.
During my mother’s treatment, my father was diagnosed with cancer again—this time aggressive and fast-moving, though our family didn’t fully understand how serious it was until it was too late. The cancer had spread throughout his body, and he was given just two months to live. Despite our pleas to seek further treatment, he showed little interest. The illness had begun to affect him cognitively, and that decline progressed quickly.
Then came the moment that changed everything. Instead of pursuing treatment, my father made the decision to take his own life. It was sudden, shocking, and took the breath out of me. In an instant, it felt like my entire world had collapsed. A deep sense of sadness and abandonment settled in, along with the belief that nothing could ever mend a shattered heart like that.
Although my partner at the time appeared supportive, there was an unspoken expectation to move on quickly. That same energy seemed to come from his family and community as well. Over time, the distance grew. My daughter and I began to feel like outsiders—unwanted and like we no longer belonged.
The first Christmas without my father was nearly unbearable. It also became a moment of clarity, revealing where my energy had been going and the kind of life I had been living. Things that once felt important no longer mattered in the bigger picture. As my grief deepened, my partner pulled further away emotionally, to the point where it felt like he no longer cared.
Two weeks into the new year of 2024, something within me shifted. A clear inner voice called for change, leading me to ask an important question about our future—were we ever going to get married or not? That moment became a catalyst for reclaiming my power and speaking my truth. When faced with gaslighting, the decision to leave became even clearer.
After leaving the relationship, my daughter and I moved back in with my mother. What followed was one of the darkest periods of my life—filled with anger, heartbreak, and deep despair. Six years of a relationship ended in silence. There was no attempt to stop us from leaving, no check-in, no acknowledgment. It felt as though we had simply ceased to exist.
Grief and pain took over—drinking too much at night, crying constantly, not eating, and barely sleeping. In a desperate attempt to find rest, meditation became a last resort, despite never having tried it before.
During that first meditation, something extraordinary happened. Sitting there in tears, earbuds in and eyes closed, a pressure built between my eyes—then suddenly, a pop. In the darkness behind closed eyes, a bright bluish-purple starburst appeared. What followed was a sense of clarity and awareness unlike anything I had ever experienced. It felt like being reborn.
From that moment on, life began to transform. Since that spiritual awakening—what felt like the opening of my third eye—everything shifted. Opportunities began to align. A high-paying job with a nonprofit organization came through. My daughter and I moved into our own apartment. Classes began at SWIHA to become an Integrative Healing Arts Practitioner. Intuitive gifts started to awaken, with signs and insights appearing constantly. Alongside it all came a deep, newfound confidence and connection to Spirit and the Divine.
Every challenge, every moment of pain, now feels like part of a greater purpose. Those experiences, as difficult as they were, carried lessons essential for spiritual growth and self-discovery. At the core of it all is the realization that this path has always been there.
A healer at heart, here to guide others in their own healing journeys.
Namaste.
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