The Power of Choosing Yourself

I spent the first half of my life living for everything outside of me—for survival, for approval, for validation, for addiction, for love, for fear. The list goes on. I completely lost myself in every way possible.

No one ever taught me that I had permission to choose myself.
I had to fight to remember that I even could.

Over and over again, I would attach myself to people, places, and things. I held on for dear life, even when I knew it was time to walk away. I still kept holding on. I was delirious and delusional—lost in a world I didn’t even want to exist in, but I didn’t know another way out.

Things kept leaving my life. People. Patterns. Circumstances. The same lessons showed up again and again in new forms, hoping I’d finally get the point. But no matter where I went, there I was. And time after time, I would meet myself at that same dead end—heartbroken, fed up, exhausted, frustrated, numb. Nearly lifeless.

I’ve had to start over more times than I can count.

Eventually, I reached a pivotal fork in the road. One path led back to everything I had always known—the familiar pain, the predictable cycles. The other led into the unknown. And the unknown absolutely terrified me… but it was the one path I had never fully committed to.

After everything I’d lost, after how many times life had broken me open, I realized I had nothing left to lose.

And then something greater than me—something I still can’t put into words—moved through me. It didn’t just whisper. It guided. It pulled. And for the first time in my life, I followed. I took a step toward the unknown, not because I was brave, but because I was done.

I sat in limbo for a while after that, unsure, raw, grieving. But I kept holding on. And before I knew it, the magic started to happen.

I kept choosing myself—even through the fear, the doubt, the guilt, the shame. And then came plant medicine.

Which I now know… was the moment I had been waiting for my entire life.

That sacred medicine didn’t just guide me—it took over and carried me into the heart of my healing. It led me inward, into the pain, the truth, the pieces of myself I had long abandoned. It showed me that the pain wasn’t there to punish me—it was there to teach me.

And it was always trying to teach me the same thing:

Choose yourself.

Because every time I placed my life, my peace, and my worth in the hands of others, I was giving my power away. Sometimes unknowingly. Sometimes fully aware. But the truth was, I had never been taught that I even had the power to choose myself. So I didn’t know how.

But the Universe has a funny way of teaching you what you need to know—whether you want the lesson or not.

I began to see how much my inner world was shaping my external world. The more I nurtured my heart, my mind, my spirit… the more my reality began to shift. Healing became magnetic. Alignment became natural. And choosing myself became second nature.

And the truth is—choosing myself feels good.
It empowers me. It motivates me.
It fills me with humility, gratitude, and grace.
It reminds me that I’m worthy, not because of what I’ve done or haven’t done—but because of who I am. And every time I choose myself again, I come home a little deeper.

Doors started opening that I never could’ve imagined. And I realized—every single moment had been preparing me for the next.

It is now my responsibility to choose myself—every day. Not just for me, but for the child I’m raising. For the people who look to me for guidance. For the women who are still in the dark, waiting for someone to go first.

Because this journey isn’t just about me. It’s about the ones who came before me—and the ones who will come after.

Through choosing myself, I’ve liberated my life. I’ve broken generational cycles. I’ve reclaimed my voice, my power, my sacred purpose. And everything I once suffered through? It became the reason I am who I am today.

The pain was always a gift. I just had to be willing to look for it.
And it all started with one step… one yes… one choice.

Choosing yourself isn’t selfish—it’s a sacred act.
It’s how we break cycles.
It’s how we learn what love really is.
It’s how we come home.

I didn’t change because someone saved me.
I changed because I finally chose me.

So, I encourage you to reflect on your life.
Where have you abandoned yourself?
And what would happen if—this time—you chose you?