I lost the only person whose love I never had to question.
I lost the only person who made me feel less alone.

In 2007, I lost my mum.
And for years, I felt lost and went through all kinds of emotions you can possibly think of.
I didn’t want to be here.
I didn’t want to be alive.
All I wanted was to be with my mum.

I went into a very dark place.
I fell into (undiagnosed) depression.
I felt alone.
The only person who could emotionally support me was no longer there.

Fast forward to 10 years later (yes, 10 YEARS), I remember waking up one morning and realised no one was coming to save me.
My chance of happiness relies solely on me. And no one else.

And it was then I realised I had two choices:

#1 – To be the victim of my circumstance and keep believing the labels (mostly given by me) that I’m unworthy, broken, not loved, not cared for


#2 – To use that pain to move forward and to change the narrative that I have written for myself.

It took me over 10 years to choose #2.
And I have no one else to blame but myself for taking that long.
My journey into discovering myself hasn’t been easy – it has been very challenging, And it’s not going to get easier.
And I’m fine with that.
In fact, I look forward to more challenges.
And I know, I GOT THIS.

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