In the years that followed, I earned the name Super Woman.  People watched and admired my resilience.  I'd made it through self harm, eating disorders, and child loss... I'd made it through more than one abusive relationship, through mental illness, and so much more.

At first I was really proud of myself.  I was glad my resilience was inspiring.  I thought, maybe I was just the lightning rod that absorbed trauma so I could share motivation, and hold up a beacon of hope. 

But the magic happened when I allowed myself to deepen into remembering.  I joined a group that focused on connecting to your intuition and I felt the codes in my body respond.  I dove deep into learning to connect more to my intuition and psychic senses.  I discovered more of my gifts and deepened my healing craft and developed my own womb healing modality.  I sought out mentors and healed my body, my nervous system, and my energy. I watched my kids heal- especially my special needs kiddos.

And then... almost magically... I was introduced to a training for priestesses and I came full circle into my purpose.