HOPE FOR MESSY MIRACLESSTRAIGHT TO YOUR INBOX
Once upon a time, I spent my life achieving, controlling, and plowing through challenges to prove my worth. I was the quintessential first born – a perfectionist, over-achieving, people-pleaser.
Those strengths served me well and were also my undoing.
I looked in the mirror at the familiar face with the empty eyes.
Anxiety, stress, and insomnia became dark shadows that covered my days and terrorized my nights.
I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I felt joy.