06/19/2026
**The Day I Realized I Had Lost Myself**
The realization didn't come from my own struggles.
It came through my daughter's.
As I searched for ways to help her, I found myself sitting in a hypnotherapist's office. What began as a search for answers for her became a journey back to myself.
I thought I was there to help my daughter.
I had no idea I would end up finding myself.
As I began doing my own inner work, I started noticing patterns that had been running my life for years.
I was a people pleaser.
I was a perfectionist.
I measured my worth by how much I could do for others.
I was always the one taking care of everyone else, solving problems, keeping things together, and making sure everyone around me was okay.
For so long, I had defined myself through the roles I played — wife, mother, daughter, friend, business owner.
And while those roles were important, somewhere along the way I had lost connection with the person underneath them all.
The more I healed, the more I realized there was nothing wrong with me.
I wasn't broken.
I wasn't failing.
I had simply become disconnected from parts of myself.
The parts that had been set aside while I focused on everyone else's needs.
The parts that wanted to be seen, heard, loved, and accepted.
Healing wasn't about becoming someone new.
It wasn't about fixing myself.
It was about remembering who I had always been.
It was about coming home to myself.
And that journey changed everything.
Today, when I work with women who feel lost, overwhelmed, anxious, exhausted, or stuck, I often see the same thing.
Not brokenness.
Disconnection.
A disconnection from themselves that has happened slowly over years of caring for everyone else.
If you've ever looked around at a life that seems fine on the outside but felt disconnected on the inside, know that you're not alone.
Sometimes the path forward isn't about doing more.
Sometimes it's about coming back to yourself.
💜 Have you ever had a moment when you realized you'd been putting everyone else's needs before your own?