Going into my last year of college, I was your standard overachiever. I was "successful" academically, professionally, and socially — I thought I had life figured out.
When an on-off crush situation didn't work out (again), I was devastated. I had seemingly everything but she still didn't want to be with me — it made no sense to me. More in desperation than intention, I stumbled onto the inner journey when I wrote "Why am I not enough?" on November 30th, 2020.
I wouldn't have said this then: suffering opens us up to grace. It's only in our deepest sorrow, the moments we genuinely believe annihilation is inevitable, does the Divine loosen our grip, creating the opening for light to emerge.
For the first time, I sought the questions rather than the answers. I looked inwardly rather than outwardly. I began discovering my truth — who I am beyond all the layers of conditioned stories.
I began living.
