There comes a moment when you're just… done.Not in a dramatic, flip-the-table kind of way.More like a quiet, bone-deep no.That was me.I was tired. Not just "need a nap" tiredI was soul tired.Tired of working job after job.Tired of being a single mom hustling to keep us afloat.Tired of running businesses that drained my body more than they filled my spirit.No matter how hard I worked, it was never enough.No savings. No peace. No time with my kids.Just running every day. A hamster wheel with no exit sign.And even though I was raised to believe hard work was the only way…Somewhere deep in me, I knewthere had to be more.More than clocking into the matrix.More than breaking my back just to break even.I always whispered one prayer:“Guide me into all truth.”And I meant that.In 2008, that prayer cracked wide open.I started researching religion, questioning what I’d been told.Started peeling back layers, digging into origins, realizing...So much of what I believed wasn’t mine.It was handed to me.But life kept rolling.Relationships came and went.Lessons came hard and fast.And about two and a half years ago, I hit a wall.I ended up living with someone beautiful kind soul, kind heart.But for the first time since I was 17, I wasn’t living on my own.I didn’t have to worry about lights being shut off or eviction notices.But I also didn’t have peace.No quiet. No rest.And I can’t function without rest. That’s how I break.The job I had then was remote, paid wellon paper.But I was still drowning.Overworked, underappreciated, spoken down to.I was there from the ground floor of that company…But the cracks ran deep.And I was crumbling.So I did what I always do when I need to breatheI drove.No GPS. No plan.Just me, the road, and the open sky.That’s when I found the spot.A quiet hill outside the city.Elevated, peaceful, mine.I started going there almost every morningsunrise therapy.The only place I could exhale.And one day, sitting in that stillness, I said:“Something has to change.”And I meant that too.I had no home in my name, bad credit, an eviction on my recordAll the odds stacked up like bricks.But something inside me rose and said,“I’m going to figure this out. Even if I have to rebuild everything.”That’s when videos started appearing Neville Goddard, others talking about truth, power, embodiment.And I felt it… not just in my head. In my bones.I didn’t need to look out there anymore.It was all in here.So I went to war with my old story.I bought index cards, colored markers, and wrote affirmations like my life depended on it.Because it did.I wrote until my hand cramped.“I am worthy.”“I am the creator of my life.”“Everything I need is within me.”At one point, I even bought stacks of fake money.A whole fireproof safe bag full of it.Because I thought holding it might shift my frequency.And it didfor a second.But then I realized…Money isn’t just paper.It’s energy.It’s an inner match, not an outer prop.I wrote letters to the universe and left them in jars out at the field.Let the moon charge them.Let the wind carry my faith.I went all in.And through it all, something clicked:It’s not just about speaking it.It’s about believing it.And more than that…It’s about embodying it.Living like it’s already done.I realized what you say about yourself… becomes you.Not instantly, but inevitably.I looked at my life and thoughtI built a successful cleaning business before.A real one. Website, clients, 1-800 number.I couldn’t even keep up with the demand.But that life drained me.So I asked:“How can I create something new, something light, something aligned?”And that’s when ImagineMeInnovation was born.Not from a strategy.From a soul cry.From a place of knowing I was made for more.I didn’t just want to survive.I wanted to create.To help others rise out of this conditioned world.To remind them that their identity isn’t what happened to them…It’s what they believe about themselves.That’s what this all led me to:The truth that belief reshapes your DNA.It reconditions your nervous system.And your reality? It has no choice but to follow.So I started speaking my truth.Living in it.Practicing it, dailyeven when I didn’t feel it yet.And then…My music found me.Suddenly I had a platform where I could write again.Turn my affirmations into art.Songs that made me feel powerful, soft, sacred, safe.And those songs?They became my medicine.My mirror.My new language.I stopped waiting for someone to give me permission to be abundant, powerful, whole.I already was.And now I know:I was never broken.I was just detoured… into the wilderness of becoming.But now?Now I’ve come home.And so can you.“If this resonates with your story… you’re not alone. This podcast is for anyone who’s ready to remember who the hell they really are.”
