The Fire That Didn't Kill Her

Uncategorized Aug 14, 2025
 
No one goes through this life without trials. The fire rages for us all in certain seasons. The real test is how you react when you are in the midst of the chaos. Will you stay and let life beat you down? Will you choose to remain a victim of your circumstances? Or will you choose to fight, to break free? Will you choose to bravely face the fire, even though you are tired, and conquer your fears?

I wrote this about a month ago as I reflected over this past year. Where I was compared to where I am now is simply amazing. I chose to fight back. I chose to bravely fight through the flames and what has emerged is beautiful. My growth, my peace, and my overall mindset are beyond what I could even have imagined . The road was hard and daunting, but it was SO worth it. If you are ready to make that same leap of faith, then I am here to help you to reach the highest version of yourself.
 
Are you ready to make that change?

The Fire That Didn’t Kill Her

She had everything except peace.
 
Outwardly, she was composed, efficient, and polite—a woman with a color-coded calendar, a LinkedIn profile, and a slow-boiling rage no one could see.
 
The world praised her survival. No one questioned her silence.
 
But inside, she was collapsing—not from failure, but from faking it. From pretending that checking every box would unlock joy. From suppressing the truth that she was drowning in a life that looked good on paper but felt hollow in her soul.
 
It wasn’t a breakdown that came next. It was a decision.
 
One morning, she stood in front of the mirror, her eyes ringed with exhaustion, and whispered:
 
“I’m not living like this anymore.”
 
No lightning bolt, no spiritual guru—just a quiet act of rebellion: truth.
 
She began asking herself questions most people run from:
Who am I when no one’s watching?
What have I been silencing just to belong?
What would it look like to stop performing and start becoming?
 
The answers didn’t come easily. But they came—first as discomfort, then grief, then freedom.
 
She walked away from people who only loved the version of her that stayed small. She stopped shrinking to make others feel comfortable. She let herself be seen—messy, sacred, and real.
 
She learned that awakening doesn’t always look like light beams and incense. Sometimes, it looks like rage turned into clarity. Sometimes, it looks like tears that clean your soul. Sometimes, it looks like burning the old script and writing your damn self into the story.
 
Healing didn’t happen in one day. But on that day, she stopped abandoning herself.
 
And that was the beginning of everything.
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