I was supposed to be happy, but I wasn't.
I had a nice husband, a healthy daughter, a good job and we lived in a nice neighborhood, but I was neck-deep in despair and didn’t know why.
Although I was cheerful and encouraging to most everyone outside my home, inside my home was much different. There, I was quiet and tense. Defensive. Passive aggressive. I felt misunderstood and disconnected from my husband, and frequently lost my patience with my daughter too.
I felt trapped and hopeless in a life that looked great on paper, but I wasn’t emotionally connected to.
I felt enormous guilt for not being appreciative of my life. After all, it’s not like I lived in a concentration camp. I told myself, “Those people had a right to feel awful, I don’t.”
I tried so many things to feel better: spirituality, personal development, antidepressants, books, podcasts…but nothing worked permanently.
I begged my husband to move us out of state. Maybe a change of scenery would help? When I asked he replied, “What if we move and you’re still unhappy? What if you’re just an unhappy person?” This was something I deeply feared as well.
I attended therapy for over a year and gained significant breakthroughs in awareness, but still carried that deep heaviness with me constantly.
The beauty of what I experienced lit a fire within me and drove me to become a certified life coach. I believe every woman deserves to live a life she’s in love with.