I Thought I Was Broken, But I Was Awakening

My Dark Night of the Soul and the Moment It All Shifted

For over three years, I felt stuck in a storm I couldn’t name. Every day was heavier, every breath harder. I asked myself, “Why again? I’ve been through this before, I’ve healed before.

So why is this worse now?”

There was no clear answer. Just anxiety, depression, and a numbness that made even small things feel impossible. I wasn’t lazy or ungrateful, I was exhausted, down to my bones.

Still, a tiny part of me believed this pain wasn’t pointless. That one day, I could turn it into something useful, not just for me but for others.

On my birthday, I cried myself to sleep. I felt invisible, trapped in survival mode, trying to smile while falling apart inside. I made a promise: if nothing changed in six months, I was done.

But then, small moments of peace came, like brief cracks of light through fog. And dreams, real, vivid dreams, showing me the life I wanted. Freedom. Joy. Connection. They felt like the universe reminding me I was being prepared for something bigger.

Then one day, everything shifted.

It wasn’t dramatic, no explosion. Just a switch flipping inside me. I remembered everything I’d learned about healing, about the brain and belief. And I realized…

I was never broken.

I was awakening.

All the panic, grief, freeze, it wasn’t weakness; it was transformation. My body saying, “We can’t keep doing this.” My soul pulling me back to who I really am.

And that’s when my purpose got clear.

If you’re in that dark place now:

• You’re not too far gone.

• You’re not broken or lazy.

• You’re awakening.

• You’re being asked to let go of the old so you can rise.

You don’t have to figure it out today. Just breathe. Trust the light inside is still there, because it is.