06/29/2025                                                                            
                                    
                                                                            
                                            I’ve always known I was different. ADHD for sure. Maybe a little autistic—or maybe just wonderfully odd in my own way. Either way, I became a master of masking.
I could shape-shift into any environment, blend into any crowd, say the right things, be the right version of myself to make others comfortable. Especially men. I knew how to shine in ways that earned approval. But deep down, I never felt like I truly belonged anywhere. Just floating... adapting... surviving.
At 18, I tattooed the classic comedy/tragedy masks on my body—thinking it symbolized life’s ups and downs. But now I see it for what it really was: a stamp of the roles I felt I had to play.
Over the last decade, I’ve been unraveling those roles. Doing the deep, messy, powerful work of shadow work—peeling away layers of people-pleasing, self-sacrifice, and inherited patterns of self-erasure. These weren’t just behaviors—they were survival mechanisms passed down through generations. And I wore them well.
Until I didn’t want to anymore.
Last year in Mexico, I covered that old tattoo. In its place now blooms a blue lotus—a symbol of spiritual awakening, rebirth, and wisdom. At the center, a mother goddess, my Cancerian essence, embodying the divine feminine and my soul’s purpose in this life.
I’m shedding the masks. Living more honestly. Creating a life aligned with my truth.
To those who were fooled by the masks—I'm sorry.
To those who benefitted from them—I'm not.
This is my work. This is my offering. And if you’re ready to unmask too, to meet your shadows and remember your truth—I’m here.
✨ Times are changing. So am I. ✨