13 years of fighting. Multiple rehabs, multiple diagnoses, multiple therapeutic approaches, until I reached the endpoint—or the restart button.

I was dying. I had suicidal thoughts. I had psychosis. One part of my system tried to kill me. For my 35th birthday, as a gift, I asked the Universe: give me a fuckin' sign—LIFE OR DEATH. The answer was clear.

I survived and went through the impossible. I had 3 NDEs. I ask myself: how the fuck is that possible?

Well, I eventually went back to my parents' home, which was actually somewhere between The Golden Cage and The Trauma Core. I eventually found another solution: the IFS approach. I believed it was possible. I went all in on myself, and nobody trusted me or was actually with me.

My family, which was part of the problem, eventually became part of the solution, giving me 3 essential resources I am grateful for: TIME, SPACE, AND FINANCIAL RESOURCES TO ALLOW MYSELF TO HEAL.

I started doing IFS once a week, and my system was going crazy again with drugs, alcohol, and sex. After a few sessions, I started acknowledging the wound. After a few more, I started talking with my own inner system. After a few more, my therapist was eventually able to plant the first seed—the one that made me courageous enough to choose another life.

After that first seed was planted, everything changed. I started extracting, on my own, all the seeds that no longer served me from the cavity of my brain, and I started planting new seeds. (HARD WORK.)

All that alone and locked in.

I quantum jumped and experienced a 10x acceleration in my healing. I hope this message finds whoever needs it most.

We have infinite possibilities.

We can be and do and create and co-create the impossible.

That's my truth.