
And so the journey began…the journey to find me. When a path closes, it feels like we’re dying because our identities are threatened. When it happened to me, the stories about how I saw myself didn’t fit anymore; but I didn’t have any new ones to replace them. I thought of myself as a mom, a wife, a daughter, a business owner. Those words described my relationship with others, but who was I, not defined by anyone else? I had become what I thought everyone wanted me to be and during that process, I lost me. I realized I had submerged many parts of myself and I had no idea where they were. I felt paralyzed, like a deer in the headlights – I knew something was coming, but I couldn’t get out of the way.