Coming Home to the Self You Forgot: Living Whole, Free, and True

Have you ever realized you were living someone else’s life, chasing dreams that weren’t yours, wearing masks that kept you safe but suffocated your soul? I know that feeling intimately. For years, I lived according to what others expected of me. I collected accomplishments that looked impressive on paper but left me hollow inside. The promotions, the titles, even the picture-perfect relationships, they were all trophies for a version of me that wasn’t real.

Behind the curtain of achievement, I was disconnected, exhausted, and quietly aching for something I couldn’t name: home. Not the kind with walls and furniture, but the kind that exists deep inside the heart, where the real self waits patiently to be remembered.

The Breaking Point

My awakening didn’t come gently. It came through loss, pain, and a deep confrontation with everything I thought I was. When my mother died, my world collapsed. Every illusion of love and belonging I had built around my family shattered. It was then that Spirit stepped in, showing me that what I was clinging to wasn’t love, it was conditioning.

Depression followed, thick and consuming. I felt like I was hanging onto life by the fingernails of one hand. But in that darkness, I had a moment of grace, a bathtub, essential oils, tuning forks, and divine guidance. When I struck the tuning fork and placed it on the water, I felt something shift. It was as if my brain rewired. The deep grief that had buried me began to dissolve, and for the first time in years, I felt a spark of life returning.

Rebuilding from the Inside Out

What followed was a process of rebuilding, not my career or my reputation, but my relationship with myself. I started with gratitude. Simple things: “I’m grateful I’m in Colorado.” “I’m grateful the sky is blue.” That small practice lifted me from the lowest vibration of despair to a place where light could finally reach me again.

From there, I began to dream again, not the old dreams rooted in approval or status, but soul-led visions. I didn’t know how to create them, but I didn’t need to. I learned to co-create with Spirit. My job was to stay in alignment, to stay open, to keep choosing love over fear.

Within a year, everything began to shift. Money started flowing again, opportunities appeared, and peace, real peace, replaced the chaos. I was still in the cocoon, gooey and unformed, but I knew transformation was happening. The caterpillar doesn’t question the darkness inside the cocoon; it trusts that something sacred is unfolding.

The Moment of Remembering

Through it all, I realized a profound truth: I was never broken. I had only forgotten who I was. Every painful moment was an invitation to remember. To reclaim. To return.

Coming home to yourself isn’t about fixing what’s wrong. It’s about embracing all that you are, the messy, the divine, the evolving. Wholeness isn’t perfection. It’s radical acceptance.

When I stopped chasing and started listening, I began to hear the quiet voice within, the one that had been whispering all along: “You are safe. You are loved. You are whole.”

A Ritual for Coming Home

Place your hand on your heart. Close your eyes.

Say aloud:
“I call back every part of me I’ve forgotten, abandoned, or denied.
I welcome myself home with love.
I am safe in my wholeness.
I am free to be who I am.”

Visualize a golden light weaving through every part of you, your mind, heart, body, and soul, reuniting every fragment. Breathe it in. Feel it expand.

Because you were never lost. You simply forgot how magnificent you are.

If you’re ready to remember to live whole, free, and true, I invite you to take the next step. Download the Light Activation Guide at https://bit.ly/KMFguide.

 It’s a simple but powerful starting point to reconnect with your authentic self and begin your journey home.

Your true self has been waiting patiently. Maybe today’s the day you finally open the door.