If you’ve been following my journey, you know I’ve known I’ve had a purpose since I was an infant.
A mission.
Something I was here to be doing.
And I was deeply depressed until I started living it, because it is who I am, and it is why I am here on this planet.
And not living it created a void in me that nothing filled - until I started speaking.
Teaching.
Sharing the skills I’ve learned that help make being an empath a good thing.
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Anyone who knows they are here for a reason knows that reason sits in your bones and makes you miserable.
It consumes you.
Sometimes slowly;
a slow leak;
where one day you realize you’ve been drowning.
For others, it’s more sudden.
A breakup causes a breakthrough, or something else shifts you.
And you realize you can’t keep living the way you were.
It’s been years now. Years of not feeling like myself. Years of doubting my decisions and what I want to create + put out. Taking one step and then losing my sense of momentum. Having a morning of inspiration and feeling flat again by the afternoon. Writing helps, but I haven’t been doing it.