This second post felt hard. I could feel the pressure building — maybe because this challenge moves so fast, and there’s so much I want to share. At the same time, I couldn’t find a clear beginning. I kept trying to make it “right.” I spent time changing it, rewriting it, over and over. And then I noticed — I was delaying. Not because it wasn’t ready, but because hesitation had quietly grown. Because I was doubting myself. Placing pressure on whether it was good or wrong. That old perfectionist part still whispering that I was late, that I should be further, that it wasn’t ready yet. But deep down, I knew — it wasn’t time I needed, it was trust. So I stopped overthinking. I just posted. Perfect or not. It was simply the creation that existed in that moment — and that was enough. Because honestly, creating and sharing in such short timeframes is wild. But maybe that’s where the real growth happens — in trusting what wants to be shared now. Sharing this because maybe you feel it too sometimes — that hesitation that grows the longer you wait. Just move. Just share. You’ll learn along the way.

Dear all, These past days have been truly inspiring , not only through writing my own Breakthrough Story, but especially through reading yours. ✨ It made me realize how often we don’t really listen to each other’s stories. Each of us here has walked a unique path — filled with moments of growth, pain, courage, surrender… all of it shaping who we are today. Every story is beautiful as our own. Different but pure. It takes trust and courage to share your story. And that’s what makes this challenge so special: that we dare to do this together. By reading your stories, I’ve felt not only deep recognition, but also a stronger sense of connection. Because in the end, that’s what it’s about — truly seeing and hearing one another. Without judgment. Without masks. So thank you. For your openness, courage, and authenticity. For sharing your Breakthrough Stories. 🌹

Before: I was in a happy relationship, good career working in the hospital, and very much in the matrix. I was following all the rules and building my dream life. I thought I was happy. I was drinking heavily on weekends with friends and thought that was normal. Crisis: I got engaged and started to fix myself externally for my wedding and got really into comparison on social media. I started a new job that was not much of a challenge and I was on my phone most of the day. I was having gut issues. Then my seizures started. It was extreme dissociation/freeze and it happened after I would go against myself. Especially if I did not speak up or do something that would please others instead of myself. I didn't know and understand what was happening at the time. Also, deep sadness and lots of tears started to come after nights of drinking. I felt lonely but could not understand why while my Fiance was sitting next to me. I couldn't remember much from childhood because I suppressed it. I silenced my inner child to follow the rules of society and religion. I eventually had this thought that “oh no, i might be a lesbian and I never found out- do i tell my fiance? I didn't and kept it a secret, scared that he might leave me. I went ahead with the wedding. Chase: I started therapy and meditation. Then went to Bali for my honeymoon and came across an event of kundalini activation (I had no idea what I was in for). I had a full on kundalini awakening that changed everything. My whole world felt like it went upside down in one day. I didn't know who I was. I needed to isolate and find myself. I had to travel solo and heal lots of my trauma- inner child trauma. I left my marriage because my heart and intuition told me to. We were no longer aligned. I didn't think he would wake up or accept me. I felt that if I stayed- I wouldn't have grown into who I am now- I wouldn't be living my truth- it felt that I would have still lived his life and my life as a lie. My values changed. I also needed to understand my sexuality and to explore women intimately, which he wasn't able to accept. I also shifted my mindset, did energy work, started my own business- somatic coaching and financial freedom platform, and grew a lot through relationships and business

Deep down, I always knew there was more to life, an energy within me that wants to be expressed. Born in a diplomatic family where image was everything, I learned early how to behave, how to fit in, how to represent, and how not to be me. My childhood had no roots. By the age of twelve, I had lived in three countries and learned five languages, yet I couldn’t speak my own truth. Every new beginning pulled me further from what I deeply knew was real. To survive, I became a chameleon, fitting in everywhere, belonging nowhere, and I started to escape through alcohol, drugs, and distraction, anything that made me forget. When my first daughter was born, my angel, my reason to keep standing, motherhood awoke something fierce in me. I didn’t want her to live the instability I had known, so I built fast—an online business, success, financial freedom. And it worked, but when I reached my highest monthly income of twenty-seven thousand euros, I felt emptier than ever. From the outside, I was the strong, independent woman; inside, I was lost. My survival had simply learned a new language: success. All that striving was still another way of running from myself. Soon after that realization, everything stopped. What began as burnout became something much deeper—a near-death experience. My body shut down completely. I was forced to surrender, to let go of control. In that silence, something greater met me—not religion, but pure truth, energy, and presence. A message that said: you can’t keep living like this. But you have a choice. When I came back, I couldn’t go back to who I was. It felt like dying and being reborn at the same time, with a second chance. That moment became the beginning of remembrance, the slow unraveling of every layer I had built to survive and hide from who I really was. I chose to face myself fully. It wasn’t a week or a month; it was years. It’s a journey, a deep dive into my own shadows, meeting every mask, every wound, every lie I had built to be loved and seen. I asked myself why I drank—really, not because it’s relaxing.

Hey fam, ngl feeling quite self conscious to share my story.. I've tried to summarise everything, and it still feels quite lengthy.. I haven't really thought of "versions" that help "my brand", and I've just written everything that has come out. Not sure if I'm forgetting something but hey, can't overthink it. I have left out the most hardcore / triggering details because I feel is somewhat trauma dumping. I think you get the drill with what I wrote? Not sure if to take out more stuff. If anyone has any feedback it is most welcome! Not a touchy subject for me (anymore) and I would appreciate the guidance. Anyway, here it goessss. ❤️‍🔥 1. Before: I was born in Spain. Forced birth, I spent my first 15 days of life in an incubator. I cried so much, I had surgery for 2 hernias when I was only 15 days. I grew up moving cities every couple of years, so I’d be constantly the new kid. I spent most summers with my mom’s family in the small town they lived in Cádiz, Andalucia. My parents were always working, which I appreciated mostly, as my dad was very abusive emotionally and physically. I grew up as a warrior kid, defending others from bullying or abuse, with no one to defend me... 2. Crisis: By the time I turned 13, I was feeling so destroyed, lost & trapped that I tried to kill myself. I tried the same the following year. The 2nd time the police was alerted by the hospital. I had been mostly locked at home for years (unless in school), so I started to escape my house when I could, spending my days writing poetry, journaling, making rap, graffiti, drinking, and chilling, hiding under a bridge with my crew. One day, my mom lied to me and asked me to go somewhere to pick up paperwork with her. She took me to a court hearing where the police asked about why the suicide attempts & running away from home – but I hated the police so much that I didn’t open my mouth. They ended up throwing me into a cell illegally, and taking me to a girls institution 8 hours later. My parents had my custody revoked & I became a ward of the estate. The environment was unsafe, but it saved my life in other ways.