My Journey to Purpose
Ever since I was a little girl, I believed we were all here for a reason, that our existence had meaning, and that we each had something special to offer the world.
But somewhere along the way, life happened.
As a teenager, the expectations of others began to shape who I was becoming. I learned that performance meant approval, and when you didn’t fit the mold, you were treated differently. Slowly, I began to lose touch with who I really was.
By the time I reached adulthood, the real me—the dreamer, the believer, the purpose-driven soul—was buried beneath layers of disappointment, pressure, and labels that were never mine to begin with.
