Sometimes the unknown can get tricky, and I found myself off my path, in a place of chaos and pain. Life got in the way (as it has a funny way of doing) and I got to a point where I knew it was going to break me for good, or I could allow it to break me open.
I chose the second option.
I was dealing with major grief, emotional and physical trauma, single motherhood in an expensive city and chronic health issues that were labeled as non-curable disease. Somewhere deep inside of me, I knew this way of living was not my truth. That little glowing ember of knowledge kept me rooted to that old wandering path. The breaking open led to years of healing, reclamation and ultimately the most important gift: connection to my precious self.