Before the awakening
For years, I operated on autopilot. A single mother of two boys, running a painting business, doing what needed to be done. Surviving, not living.
I'd lost my mother at two years old. Grew up carrying questions I couldn't articulate and wounds I didn't know how to heal. Life felt like a maze with no exit — just endless turns and dead ends.
Then 2020 hit. The world stopped. And in that stillness, something in me started to wake up.