It took me years to understand what was happening, to grasp why I felt so different from the other children. Those were turbulent years, shadowed by pain, suffering, and abuse, even on a physical level. The weight of those experiences hardened me, and for a time, I inflicted hurt on others. I am not proud of that chapter, and it took years of deep healing to find my way beyond it. Yet, in hindsight, those trials became teachers. They shaped me, gave me hard-won wisdom, and prepared me for the path of service I now walk.
The journey of self-discovery through therapy was not an easy road. It was raw, gruelling work that demanded courage and refused shortcuts. I undertook it for my survival, but also so I could stand strong enough to guide others through their storms. My communicator once told me that, to help others, I first had to free myself from my own burdens. If I did not, my emotions and my mind could obstruct the healing process from the other side.
It took more than a decade to dismantle what I thought I knew, to strip away the old patterns, and begin again. There were countless tears, moments of exhaustion, and temptations to turn back. Yet a quiet certainty in my heart urged me on. I knew I had a mission, one rooted in service to both humanity and God.
When the time was right, I began my healing work at the church. I still don’t know how the word spread, but each week the number of visitors increased. Every soul who entered brought a story, some etched with deeper wounds than others. Alongside my church service, I visited the sick in hospitals, intensive care units, and private homes. I have never accepted payment for these services, for they were given freely from the heart.
Service has granted me a fulfilment unlike anything I had known before. There is no greater reward than giving of oneself unconditionally, regardless of whether gratitude is returned.
Together, we are Light.
