27d • Spirituality
From Surviving to Thriving Part 1
I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to build a community—I was called to this. By pain. By purpose.
By a whisper in my heart that grew louder every time I tried to ignore it.
At just five years old, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that made me feel like a prisoner in my own body. Western medicine “kept me alive,” but it also kept me small—tied to pills, fear, and dependency.
Disconnected from my sacred body, cast in chronic pain, I felt so different, I lived in so much shame.
Since my earliest memories, I felt lost and confused—living in a society disconnected from our first mother, Mother Earth. I was born into a family doing the best they could with the resources, tools, and beliefs they had. I was raised in a system where time was something to manage, not savor. Productivity was praised, and discipline was my father’s primary love language. From a young age, I navigated the world in survival mode—wrapped in a pain few understood, asking the kind of questions most adults were too afraid to ask.
Even my dad was impressed by the depth of my curiosity and awareness.
As I begun to prepare for a life on my own, I spent eight years pursuing nursing, feeling called to help others heal and hopefully, feel better… all awhile slowly losing myself in the process.I was trapped in a system my soul didn’t believe in—a system built to treat symptoms, not root causes.But at the time, I didn’t know anything else. My life experience, my upbringing, my entire reality had been shaped by that model. My mom is a proud nurse.Western medicine was our guiding light—it was all we knew. So even as my soul whispered for something more, I kept trying to heal within the only framework I had exposure to.
It’s a system that masks pain with prescriptions, only to create more symptoms.The root becomes harder to find, and the cycle becomes harder to break. It’s a system that keeps those asking for help stuck, confused, and in pain.And I know what it’s like to just want one single day without suffering. Trust me, I know. Because this is my life story.
Years later, I found myself back in the hospital—my liver failing, my body inflamed, and the top specialists still had no answers.Over $200,000 in blood work… and still, no clarity.
That was the moment everything shifted.I rejected their authority—and reclaimed my own sovereignty.
I am healed, I declared.
And just like that… I stopped all Western medicine. No more pills. No more fear. No more waiting for permission to feel whole.
I chose to trust the wisdom of my sacred temple and the divine intelligence within.I chose a deeper truth.And that choice changed everything.
I went on to graduate with a degree in psychology—driven by a desire to understand the mind that healed me.I wanted to decode the moment my life story flipped scripts:
The moment I remember like it was yesterday, it felt like a light switch turned on in my mind.A spark of divine remembrance.
I had the power and authority over my well-being—not the doctors.
But after graduation, I felt lost, again.Without direction, I followed the money—because that’s what society teaches us to do.
In a gambling town, I became a career bartender.
By the world’s standards, I was “successful.”I was thriving in the superficial aspects of life.I loved my job. My patrons loved me.I was in love, I was having fun, and I was moving through the same motions everyone else was.
But deep down, I knew…There was more to life than this.
The constant partying and drinking began to feel empty.There’s more to life than working just to make money. My soul was stirring. My heart was tugging.
Something bigger was calling me.
Then came COVID—a global pause that cracked my world wide open.I lost my job.I lost my longest romantic relationship.I nearly lost my vision.And yet… I found myself.
The universe gave me three undeniable signs.I followed the tug from my heart, bought a van, and within weeks I left behind everything "comfortable" to step into the adventurous unknown.
Little did I know the journey would bend reality itself.
Van life gifted me radical freedom, wild adventure, and a coming home to my soul.
And thank goddess… it led me back to Spirit.
Joining the Van Life movement, taught me to live in the present moment which gifted me opportunities I never imagined… I’ve now lived in five countries out of my tiny home on wheels, studying alongside healers who carry ancient wisdom—guided by Source, rooted in faith, and connected to the rhythms of the Earth. These sacred teachings have found me across borders, reminding me that true healing knows no boundaries.
Growing up, my old soul knew—the Western healthcare system felt unnatural, even barbaric at times. I could feel deep in my bones that the Earth is our true pharmacy, not Big Pharma. I was always drawn to natural, holistic medicine… but in the U.S., those paths were hidden in plain sight. Buried beneath convenience, fear, and profit.
To be continued in Part 2
Thank you for reading, I pray this unlocks a sense of remembrance within you!
XXO
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