You Were Never Broken – You Just Forgot Who You Are

Somewhere along the way, you started believing the lies.

That you had to be fixed.

That you had to earn your worth.

That your voice was too much.

That your power was dangerous, your emotions inconvenient, and your dreams unrealistic.

You started dimming. Shrinking. Second-guessing.

Trying to be digestible in a world that was never meant to contain your truth.

But deep down… you knew.

You felt it.

There was a fire that refused to die.

A knowing that whispered:

“There’s more. And you are not crazy for wanting it.”

I see you.

The one who holds so much wisdom and still sometimes wonders if you’re “too much” or “not enough.”

The one who has done the inner work and still hears the echoes of self-doubt.

The one who feels the call, the pull, the ache to live a life that is real, rich, and radically true.

Let me be clear:

You are not broken.

You are not late.

You are not lost.

You are remembering.

And in that remembering, here’s what I want you to know:

You don’t need to hustle your way to worthiness.

You don’t need to split yourself to be taken seriously.

You don’t need another certificate to be ready.

You are already the medicine.

Your lived experience is your initiation.

Your truth-telling is your superpower.

Your integration is the revolution.

I’ve stopped falling for the propaganda that says I must choose between logic and intuition, science and soul, structure and surrender.

I am the bridge.

I am the fusion.

And so are you.

You get to lead your life, your business, your mission in a way that feels like truth—not performance.

You get to take up space with your story.

To build a life that reflects your definition of success—rooted in flow, fulfillment, and fierce self-responsibility.

You get to heal.

To expand.

To thrive.

And still be wildly human.

The world doesn’t need another polished persona.

It needs the real you. The one who leads from embodied truth, not borrowed scripts.

The one who knows that tears and triumph can exist in the same breath.

The one who came here not just to survive—but to lead, create, ignite.

So this is your reminder, your permission, your invitation:

Wake up.

Speak up.

Rise up.

And most of all—come back to yourself.

Because the moment you reclaim who you are,

you become the permission slip for others to do the same.

And that, love, is how we change the world.