my 'i can't live like this' epiphany came early in life.
people who meet the version of me that exists now have no idea that...
i was born to an alcoholic +/ abusive father who left me people pleasing like my life depended on it. because it kinda did.
from ages seven to twenty-one i'd come home and bee-line for my bed to release the flood of tears and self hatred that lived inside me 24/7.
i had suicidal thoughts as young as middle school. i had no interest in ever having a family. i didn’t understand what we were doing here on earth and felt completely numb about life — like none of it mattered.
they have no idea because i shed those old skins years ago. layer by layer. breath by breath. until i was making contact with my highest self.
and now i guide women through their own unfolding. because your suffering is not a sentence.
your suffering is the fuel for your expansion. i pinky promise.
in love and ease,
trina

