Dear @Justice Calabro as we have spoken on the last accountability call, I've focused in writing my breakthrough story. I share it here today as next Tuesday I wont be able to join the call for I have a kitchen job to attend. But would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you ,) BEFORE The Life That Looked Right but Felt Wrong Before my transformation, my life looked successful from the outside. I lived in London. I worked long hours as a chef in demanding professional kitchens. I earned well. I was building a career. I was doing everything a “successful” person is supposed to do. My days were built around productivity, endurance, and survival. My body was trained to push. My nervous system learned to normalize exhaustion. Long hours, pressure, and disconnection from myself were simply the cost of stability. I believed that hard work was enough.That if I kept going, meaning would eventually arrive. The culture of the professional kitchen shaped me — a world that rewards endurance over alignment, output over presence. London mirrored that rhythm perfectly: fast, relentless, impressive, empty. I was functioning.But I wasn’t inhabiting my life. CRISIS The Question That Broke Everything Open One night, close to midnight, I was sitting on a bus in London after another shift. I was counting the hours I had left before my alarm would go off at 6 a.m. — just enough sleep to repeat the cycle again. And something inside me collapsed. Not dramatically.Quietly. Completely. I felt devastated. Exhausted. Hollow.Spiritually, I felt abandoned and desperate. I cried. I prayed. I asked God to take my life if this was all there was. In that moment, I realized something I could no longer ignore: I was working for a life I didn’t have time to live. There was no space for presence. No room for truth. No intimacy with my own soul. And no amount of effort could fix that. CHASE Following the Pull Without a Map That breakdown created an opening. And through that opening came a breath of air: Ibiza.