31/12/2025
2020 was a hard year for many. For me, it was my dark night of the soul—and my spiritual awakening.
Years of loss, losing myself, partying to escape, a car accident, burnout from working two full-time jobs while studying social work, and then the pandemic hit while I was in Ireland. Everything became too much.
At the same time through my degree and learning trauma-informed practice, I realized how much trauma I’d been carrying—and how much of my personality was actually a trauma response. Then one night in September 2020, with my apartment packed and ready to move (thinking a new city would fix everything), a deep depression took hold.
I cried for eight straight hours. Sat on my floor, staring at my phone, unable to reach out. I felt completely alone and hopeless. I talked myself out of actions I’d been thinking about—and I took photos for “future me” and made this video too.
And this is it. I’m future me. 🥹
I’m so proud of myself for choosing life and staying.
That night I promised I’d show up in this world so others never feel the way I did. I couldn’t stay for myself, so I stayed for others—for you and in turned learned to love myself again. And with every client, message, like, comment, or conversation, every version of me is grateful I kept that promise. And to all the friends that stayed with me before, during and after that chapter of my life - I am forever grateful for each of you. As we know hurt people hurt people and by god was I subconsciously hurting for many years, so thanks for sticking by me my friends 🤍
As this year comes to an end and we reflect, remember to be kind to yourself. You are enough with or without goals ticked off, just as you are, all versions of you.
And if you ever feel like I did that night—please stay. However you can, for whoever you can. The world is better with you in it. 🤍
