2020 didn't just take my chiropractic practice. It took my identity.
I had built something I was proud of. Then overnight — it was gone. I sold everything, closed the doors, and tried to keep moving like I always had. Crisis mode was comfortable for me. I was good in a crisis.
But this time was different. I kept moving for almost a year without ever stopping to ask: where am I actually going?
Then one afternoon I found myself sitting in a parking lot, staring at nothing, tears I didn't expect streaming down my face. And a thought broke through the noise:
"This isn't living. This is just... existing."
That parking lot was my semicolon moment.
In grammar, a semicolon means the sentence isn't finished. The author chose to continue. It doesn't end the story — it pauses it, intentionally, before something meaningful comes next.
I lost my business; I found my purpose.
That's why this community exists. Not to give you more advice from someone who's never fallen. But to be the friend who's been in the hole — and knows the way out.
If you're here, I want to know: what's the semicolon moment that brought you to this page? You don't have to share it all. Even one word. 👇