I was heartbroken, hurt, scared and alone. I was so tired of running, tired of being heartbroken, tired of being sick.

I was 32 years old without a penny to my name, no car, no job, no prospects and moving back in with my parents and my 4 year old daughter.

My whole life I only ever wanted love, just real true love. Over and over again I was left heartbroken, lied to, cheated on and broken down. I was so scared that I was going to raise my daughter into the same life. The same toxic relationship traps, the same men, the same broken heart and soul.

That was my motivation for changing EVERYTHING.

I couldn’t let my daughter grow up broken; I couldn’t put my choices on her head and watch her repeat all of my same patterns.

That was the moment I took responsibility. 

The moment I realized I had created all these patterns and that meant I could change it! It was my only saving grace because if someone else had done this all to me, if someone else was somehow in charge of my life how could I fix it? How could I change any of it if I wasn’t in control of it to begin with?

That teeny moment of clarity, that choice to take responsibility for myself, my choices and my LIFE gave me just enough empowerment to forget I was broken and start healing.