🌿 Most People Look at a Tombstone and See Dates. I Look at a Tombstone and See a Story.

Not when someone lived —
but how they lived.
Who they became.
What they fought for.
What they survived.
And how their soul evolved across the chapters of their one and only life.

Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to shows like The Big C —
stories that don’t shy away from the existential truth that life is fragile, unpredictable, messy, beautiful, and deeply meaningful if we’re brave enough to live it fully.

Some people move through the world with humour as a luxury —
light, unburdened, uncomplicated.
They never have to think about trauma conditioning, emotional projections, nervous system survival,
or the invisible obstacles that shape every decision someone like me makes.

But for those of us who’ve had to rebuild ourselves from the inside out?

Life isn’t autopilot.
It’s agency.
It’s awakening.
It’s choosing ourselves, even when the world taught us not to.
It’s learning to breathe again after years of holding our breath.

And that’s what interests me —
not the surface of a life,
but the evolution of a soul.

✨ What someone did with their pain.
✨ What they made possible with their courage.
✨ How they broke free from their conditioning.
✨ And how they turned their lived experience into something that mattered.

I live, breathe, and work at the intersection of
existential reflection, trauma, agency, and becoming —
the place where humans step out of the roles they were assigned
and finally step into who they really are.

This is where I do my work.
This is where I guide others.
And this is where I continue becoming,
one breath, one beat, one baby step at a time.