Sometimes Life Has to Break You Open
Sometimes Life Has to Break You Open
If you had met me a few years ago, you probably would have seen someone who was successful, driven, and passionate about helping people heal.
What you would not have seen was that my own life was quietly being rearranged.
Since 2020, everything has accelerated.
My understanding of health changed.
My understanding of consciousness changed.
My understanding of purpose changed.
Doors opened that I never expected.
Others closed so suddenly that they took my breath away.
I learned that healing is not always about fixing what is broken.
Sometimes healing is about remembering who you were before the world told you who you had to be.
I also learned that growth comes with a cost.
You may lose people.
You may outgrow places that once felt like home.
You may discover that some relationships were built on convenience instead of truth.
You may even find yourself standing alone, wondering if you have made the right decision.
I have stood in those places.
I have questioned everything.
I have watched parts of my life fall away that I thought would always be there.
But looking back, I can honestly say that every ending was making room for a new beginning.
I do not believe life happens to us.
I believe life invites us.
Invites us to wake up.
Invites us to heal.
Invites us to become more honest with ourselves.
Invites us to stop living the life everyone else expects and start living the one we were created for.
That invitation is not always comfortable.
Sometimes it arrives through loss.
Sometimes through betrayal.
Sometimes through a quiet knowing that you can no longer stay where you are.
I ignored that knowing for a long time.
Eventually, I realized it was leading me somewhere I could never have imagined.
This blog is my way of sharing that journey.
Not because I have all the answers.
But because I know what it feels like to search for them.
And if my story reminds you to trust your own path, then perhaps we are both exactly where we are meant to be.
Rev Dr. Becky