12/20/2025
Why I Started This Healing Journey — and Why I Help Others 🐺
I didn’t start this healing journey because life was easy. I started it because life broke me open.
From a very young age, I learned what it meant to survive. I became a mother early, carried responsibility before I had time to fully grow, and spent many years putting everyone else first.
I did what I had to do — I protected, provided, and kept going, even when I was exhausted, unseen, or hurting.
For a long time, I thought strength meant enduring.
• I thought love meant sacrificing myself.
• I thought survival was enough.
• But survival comes at a cost.
Over the years, the weight of unhealed trauma, grief, broken trust, chronic stress, and generational patterns began to surface — in my body, my heart, my relationships, and eventually in my children. Becoming a mother to a neurodivergent child didn’t just change my parenting… it forced me to look at myself, my nervous system, my past, and the cycles I had unknowingly carried forward.
That’s when my healing truly began.
I started asking questions no one had ever taught me how to ask:
• Why do I react this way?
• Why does my body hold so much pain?
• Why do I feel like I’m always in survival mode?
• What if there’s another way to live?
Healing wasn’t a straight line. It was messy, lonely, and often painful.
I had to grieve the version of myself that never got safety. I had to unlearn what I was taught about love, obedience, motherhood, and worth. I had to choose myself — sometimes for the very first time.
And somewhere along the way, something shifted.
I realized I wasn’t alone.
And neither were the people reading my words.
I began sharing because I saw myself in others — tired parents, wounded women, cycle-breakers, survivors who were told to “just be strong” but were never taught how to heal.
I started helping others because everything I learned the hard way, someone else shouldn’t have to navigate alone.
This isn’t about fixing anyone.
It’s about reminding people they’re not broken.
Healing is remembering who you were before the world taught you to shrink. It’s learning to listen to your body, honor your nervous system, and give yourself the compassion you were denied. It’s breaking cycles — not perfectly, but consciously.
The wolf has always symbolized this journey for me: survival, intuition, protection, and rebirth.
I didn’t just survive my story — I learned from it. And now I use my voice, my experiences, and my healing to help others feel less alone in theirs.
If my words reach you, it’s because they once lived in me too.
• You’re not weak for needing healing.
• You’re brave for choosing it.
If you're interested in free healing work send me a message..
— Little Gifted Wolf 🐺
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