Coaching by Chandi
As the months passed, I knew I wanted more than survival. My daughter and I were settled in our place, and even though I felt accomplished in how resilient I was and how much I had grown, I still felt incomplete.
I began taking intentional steps toward healing, shedding old identities, and stepping into the woman I knew I was meant to be - the person I had always been deep within. I swapped morning scrolling for morning reading and red light therapy. I integrated meditation and reflection into my daily routine (you'd be surprised at what 15 minutes can do). I aim to connect with nature daily while fueling my body with exercise and whole foods. I have learned the power of consciousness and understand the deep importance of facing our emotions head-on rather than fleeing them.
These things aren't just "practical," they are incredibly transformational.
Today, I help my clients rewrite the internal scripts that no longer serve them and step into the healed, empowered version of themselves—the version that’s been within them all along.
I know I am not the only one with a similar story, and I don't mind telling mine. Whether you’ve experienced trauma firsthand, are carrying the weight of generational pain, or feel stuck in patterns of negative thinking and limiting beliefs—you deserve to live a life rooted in authenticity, freedom, and alignment with your highest self.
If this resonates with you and you're ready to shed the old programming, I invite you to book a free consultation. Your healing starts with one brave step.
I felt lost and worthless
At the time, I had just left an abusive relationship and was living with my mother while caring for my 3-month-old daughter. I had no job, no car, and was grieving the unexpected loss of my brother.
For years, my brother faced an internal war - with alcohol becoming the friend that listened. I watched someone who once brought so much life and charisma into our family, despite our upbringing, struggle to truly acknowledge the pain of our past.
He was caught in the same survival-driven narrative we were raised in—one built on fear and shame. Losing him forced me to confront the truth: I was still living that story.
My brother may have physically left behind three children when he passed, but in truth, he had begun leaving long before that. Over time, he became a shell of the man he once was, and the weight of his absence had already left its mark on his children.
As I held my daughter at the time, I knew this couldn't possibly be what she would carry. Something had to change, and grieving the loss of my brother became a brutal wake-up call.
I was a SAHM with little professional work history but an internal desire to change tremendously. I knew that if things were to change for me and my daughter, it needed to start with getting a job. I enrolled in online school, determined to create a future that looked nothing like my past.
After working as a traveling paraprofessional, I landed a position in ABA therapy. At the time, I was working over 50 hours a week, dropping my daughter off at 6:00 a.m., driving between clients, picking up my baby by 6 p.m., squeezing in workouts, cooking dinner, and staying up until 2 a.m. to complete schoolwork. Wash, rinse, repeat.
It was brutally exhausting. But for the first time, this exhaustion was by pure internal choice. I was building something real, no matter how slowly or painfully.