How I Found My Purpose

I was seven years old - it was Christmas, I remember waking up in our car after a head-on collision into a maple tree. I got out of the vehicle to see if my mom was okay. She stumbled out of the car, drunk as usual, falling as we climbed up the steep and icy hill on our way home. Thankfully I knew the way. It was a bitterly cold night, and I just wanted to get home hoping that maybe this year Santa would finally come. 

I went to bed right away, only to be awakened by police officers who asked me many questions about my night and, more importantly, if my mom was drinking. That is when I first realized that her "drinking" was a "problem."

Growing up, I never knew my father - he left before my second birthday and never saw him until my thirty-first birthday. 

By the time I was eight years old, I had devised various ways to get out of the car when I knew my mother was drunk. I would pretend that I needed to go to the bathroom so she would pull over and I would walk home. I would jump out of the car at red lights or scream until she stopped. By ten years of age, I stopped getting into the car with her.

When my mother drank, her behaviour was dramatic, unpredictable, and violent. At one point, she hit me in the face with a baseball bat - and I had to lie about the goose egg on my face when I went to school. When my mother was drunk, she would always remind me, if I told anyone about her abuse, Social Services would come and put me into a foster home. 

 When I wasn't in school, I would spend most of my time riding an old dilapidated bike, walking in the forest, staying at a friend's home, or barricading myself in my bedroom so my mother couldn’t get in and hurt me. I took my mother's drinking personally and felt worthless. I became an underachiever and started drinking and doing drugs in my early teens. 

The turning point came in my life when I was asked two questions. 

“When are you going to stop partying ?” 

"I don't know when I’m thirty," I said in response as tears formed on my cheeks. Feelings of unworthiness stirred inside me.

 "If you're going to stop doing drugs at thirty why don’t you just make it happen now?" 

It was a realization that deep down inside I felt empty and I didn’t have faith in myself, in the future, in anything at all. 

As those feelings, from deep within me stirred, things started to become clear. 

 I knew that if I continued on the path that I had been on for the past decade there would be consequences.

"I don't want to be who I am now." I choked out.

I thought about it. I had to stop. Those two pivotal questions changed everything for me. 

As painful as that day was, in its wake dawned a new life.

I was ready to accept the fact that I had a problem.

After hitting rock bottom, I began to slowly build my self-worth through yoga, coaching and other personal growth work. It changed my life. 

I experienced, first hand, the effective power coaching had in helping one change their life.

I finally knew what my purpose in life was. To help others build their self-confidence and create the life they desire by using the laws of the Universe available to everyone.

As a life strategist coach, I teach people how to feel secure and confident within themselves so they can create the life they dream of. 

I see every person's value from an empathetic perspective. My goal is not just to help you find your worth but also to show you what it means to be truly happy with yourself - no matter where you are in your journey.

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