I didn’t grow up believing in healing, or in myself. For most of my life, I lived in fear — fear of illness, fear of weakness, fear of simply being me. From a young age, I was told I was fragile. And so I believed it.

My body followed the narrative — I was always sick, always tired, always hurting. I wasn’t conscious. I wasn’t healthy. I ate junk, I ignored my body, I numbed my pain, I avoided mirrors. I had no self-love, no confidence, no drive. I didn’t live — I existed, disconnected, afraid, and exhausted.

Then my body broke. Loudly. I landed in the hospital with three different health crises at once. That was my wake-up call. My body wasn’t punishing me — it was trying to save me. That moment cracked something open. And I began again.

I took small steps. I challenged my beliefs. I rewired my mind. I changed how I moved, how I ate, how I thought. Little by little, my energy came back. My light returned. I began to run. To breathe. To nourish. To choose myself. My health transformed. My emotions softened. My soul started to glow. I was healing — from the inside out.