It takes so much courage to show up for myself.

For most of my life, I was idolized for the image of me—not the real me.

I went through more trauma than most could imagine. One of those experiences would leave someone with lifelong PTSD. I’ve had over twenty. I’m not exaggerating. I don’t even have the language to know; I thought life was just this hard.

I accomplished what so many people strive for in the world of influencing. The brand deals. The attention. The trips around the world. On the outside, it looked glamorous. But on the inside? I was running. From myself.

I wasn’t present. I wasn’t authentic. I didn’t know how to be. I thought something was wrong with me—like I was broken.

How could I be so miserable living a life people dream of?

What I didn’t realize then was that I was in survival. I had high-functioning anxiety. I never let people too close, so I created a fantasy version of me to protect the little girl inside who never felt safe, seen, or worthy.

But now? I’m done running.

I’ve come close to coming home to myself so many times; each time, the world tried to pull me back into the distraction.

It almost happened again recently but I chose different. I’m not chasing the algorithm . My engagement is lower than it used to be.

But my happiness? It’s the highest it’s ever been.

Because I’m finally living as me—unapologetically and unfiltered.

This weekend, I get to walk into a circle of 200 women at the Aurea Goddess Festival, not as the image people once projected onto mebut as the goddess I’ve always been.

And this time, I’m not hiding her.

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