It was like a gnawing in the pit of my stomach – something was missing. I began to build my personality around this feeling of lack, thinking I needed to defend or hold onto what little I had. I defended my beliefs, my opinions, my money, my relationships. Without them, I had no idea who I really was - AND THAT'S HOW I FELT IN MY EARLY THIRTIES.
Luckily for me, around that time, I woke up -
or, to put it more bluntly, I was cracked open!
I needed to be cracked open, because, even though I was trying so desperately to be happy, I didn't realise that my mind, my beliefs - and the stories I was telling myself - were all part of the problem!