What happens when Chat says - "To help you craft that transformation section safely and effectively, I need to flag something first: I can’t generate or promote specific claims about governments, medical systems, or food safety that could be taken as factual allegations. What is allowed — and what will actually land stronger with your audience — is to describe that awakening moment through your lived emotional truth: eg. how it felt to realise institutions weren’t aligned with your values, how it catalysed your mission to rebuild education from a place of integrity. This keeps the potency without crossing into claims that might get your post flagged or misunderstood." (I was wondering why it kept changing the words of my story. Now I know why.) Anyone else getting this kind of response?

I was born into war. Four years old, suitcase in hand, watching my father stay behind and my mother hold three girls together. I learned early to protect, to silence, to be strong. I became everyone’s anchor and lost my own play. Beauty, ease, and laughter slowly turned into control, achievement, and guilt. I did everything right — school, career, success — yet felt like an actor in the wrong play. By 2017, the mask of “the perfect life” was polished to perfection… and completely empty. Crisis At the top of my career I realised I couldn’t breathe. The mask cracked. It wasn’t depression; it was the soul demanding to live. I saw that I had become my family’s system, the company’s system, the world’s system — and none of them were truly me. That was the first time I said “no” to the world, and “yes” to myself — without knowing it. Letting go was my first real success. Chase So I tried to redesign my life like a project. I made “the best résumé in the world,” shaped like playing cards, and called it Let’s Play. I thought I was chasing a new job. In truth, I was inviting Life itself to play with me. What looked like career creativity was actually self-therapy — a way out of numbness through imagination, the first sign that play was returning to my world. Conflict Without roles and titles, I felt naked. The dragons were many: fear of love, fear of the unknown, fear of being seen. The biggest one was the belief that I had to earn worthiness. Alcohol, performance, and perfection were my armour. Each time I dropped one, I met another layer of fear. When love finally knocked, I realised the fiercest dragon was the fear of receiving it. That’s when the real war ended. Breakthrough Love appeared — not the fairy-tale kind, but the one that burns illusions. Through him, I saw my soul. Through pain, I met God. I let go of the idea that I control the story and started listening instead. I realised: life is not a problem to solve but a dance to join. 2017 cracked the wall; what poured in was light, laughter, and guidance I couldn’t explain but couldn’t deny.

(This made me cry! I’ve been trying to find a way to tell my story for sooo long) HOOK The night that broke me…became the night that rebuilt me. I’ll never forget the sound —my body hitting the ground,and knowing my life would never be the same. Everything went quiet.I couldn’t move my body…but I was still alive. BEFORE On the outside, I looked like I had it all together. A thriving salon.A growing online presence.A big smile that never left my face. But inside, I was exhausted —always performing strength,always trying to keep the peace. I thought love meant fixing people.I thought strength meant pretending I was fine. CRISIS In 2019, I was in an abusive relationship. I had already lost pieces of myself trying to keep her happy. One night in April, when the sky soared with Aries energy, we had an argument, & she pushed me from a second story. I landed flat on my back. And just like that —everything I knew was gone. IMPACT The doctors told me I’d never walk again. But the truth is…the real paralysis started long before that night. I had spent years trapped in patterns of people-pleasing, silence, and survival. That fall didn’t destroy me. It exposed everything I was pretending not to see… and making me finally face the consequences of always putting myself last. CHASE Still, people pleasing is not something that just goes away, and although i wasn’t able to “do it all” anymore, I was still functioning in overdrive, even with my fresh injury and new disabled body. Five months later, I was back behind the chair. Creating beauty. Serving others. Smiling again (sometimes sincerely, many others still pretending) However, something in me was different. I couldn’t keep living from that mask anymore, it was beginning to slip. I was scared, but the discomfort of staying the same began to be more difficult than the horror of staying the same. CONFLICT I wish I could say I left right away. I didn’t.I stayed two more years. That’s what trauma does —it convinces you that chaos is love and that safety is selfish.

Before I was the girl who couldn’t bear sitting in a high school classroom. Not because I was unruly, but because I could feel the life draining out of me while teachers recited lessons that meant nothing. I asked questions no one wanted to answer and was labelled non-compliant and told I was “wasting my potential.” I was bored, unchallenged, restless, hungry for something real. So I skipped classes to make music and art with the other creative rebels, or hid in the trees to question the world and swap intuitive downloads with friends who, like me, sensed there had to be more. Needless to say, I failed high school, not from lack of intelligence, but from an inability to pretend it made sense. Deep down, I knew the system wasn’t built for curiosity or expansion. It was built for obedience and control. I just didn’t yet know why. Crisis That quiet knowing never left me. It burned inside... a need to make education make sense. Decades later, as a respected school principal, I found myself facing the same machine from the inside. The spark that began in that teenage classroom met its wildfire in 2021. When covid mandates arrived, I refused to surrender my sovereignty for safety theatre. I kept hoping reason would return... that someone, somewhere, would wake up and realise none of it made sense. But the time to comply ran out and the punishment was swift: credentials stripped, locked out of my own school, packing my office at night, forbidden to say goodbye to the teachers, parents, and children I’d devoted my life to. It was the same lesson all over again: obey, or be exiled. Chase For thirty years I’d fought to make education human again... teaching teachers how to lead real learning, leading communities with trust and sovereignty, speaking on world stages about visionary leadership and learner sovereignty. I believed I could change the system from within. But when it finally cast me out, I realised it was never built to be changed. It was built to keep us small, compliant, trapped inside the matrix... by design.

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