Six months ago, I was someone else.
Not a stranger—but a version of me that was still trying to hold it all together while falling apart inside. A woman learning to surrender, break open, and trust the process—even when it hurt.
The past six months brought pain I didn’t expect. Situations that shook me, broke me, and cracked me wide open. At times, I didn’t understand why it was happening. But now, I can look back and say—thank God it did.
Because through that pain, I met myself.
Not the masked version. Not the performative one. But the soul of me.
My energetic muscle expanded, my frequency rose, and the pieces that no longer aligned began to fall away.
People left.
Plans unraveled.
But instead of clinging, I let go.
I didn’t fall apart—I realigned.
And in that realignment, something sacred happened: I started stepping into the highest version of myself. Into my highest timeline.
And guess what? New people began to appear. New opportunities. A new sense of peace.
Now, when things get hard, I don’t spiral—I pause. I remember that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if I can’t see it right away.
God isn’t setting you up. He’s building you. For something greater than you’ve ever imagined.