09/10/2026
In 2019, I went through some SH*T—the good, the bad, and the downright ugly.
That year, I purchased my first house. I bought it because I wanted to “save” my family. I wanted to create a place where everyone would always have somewhere to come HOME to.
And baby…that decision bit me in the ass.
The house I wanted to turn into a home became a dumping ground. I allowed everybody—and their momma—to move in and take over. People were sleeping in every available space. I even had someone living in my garage. That house had revolving doors.
But that house also became a portal.
It was where the darkness opened up—and where I eventually had to learn how to create my own light.
For almost five years, I sat in that house and gave myself away. And when I say I gave myself away, I mean I GAVE ME AWAY—all in the hope that somebody would simply want me around.
I danced that dance for years.
Then came 2020—the year all hell broke loose.
In 2020, I saw myself take my own life.
During an argument with my now ex-wife, I had what felt like an out-of-body experience. I saw myself shoot myself in the head. I saw my body fall onto the bed in my bedroom.
It was like a flash-forward—a vision of what could happen if I continued down the road I was on.
I loved that woman for no other reason than simply wanting to love her. It felt like she did everything in her power to destroy me while I did everything in mine to keep the relationship alive.
In 2020, we separated.
Then COVID hit, and the entire world came to a pause. In that stillness, so much of what I needed to see became illuminated.
That was the beginning of a journey that would keep me on the road for more than a year.
I left my house in July 2020 and traveled to Texas, where I stayed for almost two months. From there, I went to Biloxi. My ex-wife showed up, and that situation turned into a whole f**k show—but even that experience revealed something I needed to see.
My wallet was stolen. My car was broken into. One thing after another kept happening, all within a week of my trip to California. Without my identification, I wouldn’t have been able to fly—but somehow, everything worked out.
I made it to San Diego.
For two weeks, I woke up every morning and drove to the beach. I sat beside the ocean and meditated. I pulled cards. I listened. I smoked. I prayed. I did whatever I needed to do to connect with Divine Source in the way I wanted and needed to connect.
There was even a rare blue moon on Halloween.
During those mornings by the ocean, I began to hear a voice.
Not an outside voice—the voice of ME.
My intuition.
My higher self.
The part of me that could see everything I was not yet willing or able to see.
When I returned home in November, I still believed there might be a chance for my ex-wife and me to work things out. I thought I just needed to see her, so I drove to wherever she was staying at the time.
On the way there, that same voice I discovered on the beach spoke again:
“Walk away now, or you will lose everything.”
Now, I’m a gambling woman—but for whatever reason, on that day, that voice made more sense than my desire to keep holding on.
So, in November, I finally walked away.
I had filed for divorce in September, but when our court date came, I backed out because I still wasn’t sure. By December, I was more than sure. I was ready.
In January 2021, my divorce became final.
Around that same time, I tried DMT for the first time. For me, the experience felt like the movie Limitless. It opened something within me and showed me so much in such a short period of time.
But life was still life—and I was still questioning myself.
In 2021, I filed for bankruptcy, even though that inner voice told me not to do it. I didn’t listen.
Because of the way the bankruptcy payments were handled, notices were mailed to a federal office that was unmanned at the time. My payments never started properly, the bankruptcy was dismissed, and my world was yanked from beneath me.
At the time, I had two cars: a 2008 Infiniti G35 and a 2016 Nissan Altima.
I lost them both—back-to-back.
Also in 2021, I met the man who is now my husband.
He was nothing like what I thought I had dreamed of or asked for, yet he became everything I truly needed and wanted.
After both of my cars were repossessed, we were down to his one vehicle—and then that car was wrecked too.
The wild part is that before the accident, I had asked God to remove anything standing between me and my highest and greatest good.
Then the car was gone.
My then-boyfriend lost his job because he no longer had transportation. We had no vehicle, money was tight, and everything felt absolutely crazy.
Eventually, we went looking for another car. He couldn’t get approved, and I didn’t believe I would be approved either. But something inside me said, “Just try.”
We went to Gwinnett BMW. They wouldn’t finance him—but they approved me.
The catch was that they wanted an $8,000 down payment.
I was so accustomed to sacrificing myself and giving up something to make life work that I was willing to return my engagement ring just so we could have transportation.
For the first time in my life, somebody looked at me like I had completely lost my mind.
Like, “Bitch, ain’t nobody asked you to do that!”
That man handed me a credit card and told me to go get my car.
That was one of the first times someone showed me what unconditional giving and love could look like without requiring me to sacrifice myself in return.
We continued building our lives, but life kept happening.
In July 2022, my nephew killed his mother.
Around that same time, the federal government began requiring employees to return to the office. But after spending all that time alone—sitting with my demons, meeting them, understanding them, and eventually learning how to coexist with them—I was not the same person who had left that office.
I worked for the Department of Housing, and the environment was filled with so much back-and-forth, tension, and conflict. I could no longer imagine returning to that version of my life.
I remember driving to work, crying while talking to my mother.
She asked, “Why are you crying?”
I said, “Because I can’t do this anymore.”
She told me I needed to do it because it was my job.
So, I walked into that building, sat down at my desk, and had another one of those out-of-body experiences.
Only this time, it wasn’t a vision of the future.
It was happening right there—in the present moment.
Source Energy took over.
Something greater than the fearful version of me moved through my body, quit that job, ushered me out of the building, and placed me inside my car.
I sat there and cried.
Then something told me to look at the VA website.
I logged into my account and discovered that the VA had a program to help veterans retrain for certain careers.
And here is the honest truth:
I chose massage therapy because it was the shortest program.
That was it.
I didn’t have some grand vision. I wasn’t following a detailed business plan. I was simply trying to figure out what came next.
But hindsight has shown me that massage therapy was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Every loss, every heartbreak, every repossession, every ending, every warning I ignored, and every divine message I finally listened to was guiding me here.
To this work.
To this calling.
To Inner Harmony Wellness Center.
I thought I was losing everything, but maybe everything that fell away was making room for me to finally find myself.
This story is still being written.
It is still unfolding.
This is only the pretext—the part that explains how I arrived where I am today.
How I stopped trying to create a home for everybody else and finally began creating one within myself.
How I stopped giving myself away just to feel wanted.
How I walked through darkness, learned to recognize my own voice, and discovered that the light I kept searching for had been inside me all along.
This is the journey that brought me back to ME.
This is what led me to my purpose.
This is what brought me to my true Inner Harmony.
