I share my story here from a place of complete gratitude and in honour of the truth that my story and all our stories are a path to be walked to bring us home to our most powerful and authentic selves, if we choose it to.
I would not change it.
To protect myself from feeling, feeling anything, as a young girl and woman I escaped my life. I lived as fast as I could, I pushed myself to hit expectations even when my body and soul could not go any further. The more I achieved the more I needed. Nothing was enough for me to prove to myself that I was enough, that I was worth love and that I was worthy of happiness. I lived my life disgusted at myself for being me and at my body. Not allowing myself to receive, to love, to be loved, to be whole, not allowing myself to be.
Eventually the grief and heartbreak I stopped myself from feeling for so long led me to asking for support and so I began my healing journey. The journey of facing myself, my pain, my shadow, my light and eventually finding my way to my heart and my wholeness.
I truly know that no matter where you've been or what you've gone through, there is always a way home. Sometimes the journey is long, but it's always worth it. It's never too late.