The Journey of My Soul

  There’s a specific kind of heartbreak that hits different—the kind that comes from loving someone who’s fighting a battle you can’t win for them. Watching someone you love spiral while you stand helpless on the sidelines is a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And when you’ve walked that road yourself, when you’ve fought like hell to get sober and heal, it hits even harder. For those of you who’ve been following me, you know my story. I’ve done the work. I’ve dug deep. I’ve published books about self-love and soul growth (Journey of My Soul—shameless plug, but you should grab it). I’ve picked myself up from rock bottom, stitched my wounds, and built a life rooted in healing. But here’s the thing nobody tells you about healing— It’s not a one-and-done kind of thing. It’s messy, and sometimes you forget everything you’ve learned when your heart is on the line. How Loving an Addict Almost Took Me Down I fell in love with an alcoholic. And despite everything I knew, despite...

Look, I get it. Letting go is hard. We’re sentimental creatures, hoarders of people, habits, and outdated versions of ourselves like some kind of emotional pack rats. But let’s be real—some of the things (and people) we cling to are about as useful to our souls as a flip phone in 2025. We love familiarity, even when it’s toxic. That ex who keeps popping back in, your “friend” who only calls when they need something, that job that drains the very essence of your being; why are we still entertaining these energy-sucking leeches? Is it comfort? Fear of the unknown? Some twisted sense of loyalty to the past? Whatever it is, I promise you, it’s not worth the emotional hangover it’s giving you. The Art of Recognizing Dead Weight Not everything or everyone in your life is meant to go the distance. Some things are just pit stops on the road to your highest self, but here you are, trying to build a whole damn vacation home on the side of the highway. If something (or someone) makes you feel ...

Do you ever feel like your life is spinning out of control? Like you're drowning in emotions you can’t face, reaching for anything—anything—to numb the pain? Maybe it’s alcohol, maybe drugs, maybe something else entirely. Addiction has a way of sneaking in, wrapping itself around you like a comforting blanket, only to suffocate you in the end. If you’re in that place right now, I want you to know— I see you. I’ve been there. And I promise, there’s a way out. For years, I buried myself in alcohol and cocaine, desperately trying to escape a pain that felt unbearable. At the time, I didn’t understand that my addiction wasn’t the real problem—it was just a symptom of something deeper. Trauma, self-worth issues, and a relentless search for love and validation had led me down a road of self-destruction. It wasn’t until I truly faced those wounds that I was able to break free. How I Got Here: My Story of Addiction and Healing My journey with addiction wasn’t just about bad choices or ...