I struggled my whole entire life with mental health. Emotional ups and downs on a daily basis, self-sabotaging in ways that I can't even believe when I look back on those past memories now. I always felt deep in my soul that I had a purpose, that "one day" all of those horrible feelings, awful thoughts, and darkest of days would have meaning. That thought was the only thing that kept me going — knowing there was a reason for it.

This, this right here, is my purpose. To be here, creating this to help you. I went through all of the things I did so I could be here for you and relate to your struggle, so that you can have a better understanding of how to move forward and have a life you truly feel good in.

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I dropped out of college. I went for a semester. It was awful. I quit. I quit so many things in my life because it didn't feel right in my soul. It didn’t feel like where I belonged.

I don't have a PhD in psychology hanging in an expensive wooden frame on the wall of my fancy, sterile, modern office.

What I do have is the memory forever engraved into my whole being of the day I stood in the ocean. A storm was rolling in both in the clouds and in my soul. I didn't care that the lightning was flashing, the waves were crashing over my head, or that no one else was there in sight. I stood in that water as the waves came over me. I begged the universe to help me find my way in this world.

I got my experience, my knowledge, and my ability to help you and others from the school of life.

I was in the dumpster learning lessons.