Sometimes happiness comes from transforming a painful event in your life and finding a purpose.

For me it’s been a long journey that started with losing my mother when I was 10-years old, to Leukemia.

I look back at all the years growing up searching for answers and always feeling lost inside, spiritually, and giving myself away physically looking for love and comfort from others.

It wasn’t until I was 40-years old that I always struck with such unbearable loss that it triggered me into truly finding my life’s purpose.

August 24th, 2012, I watched my 1-year old daughter, Chelsea, being put into a Flight For Life helicopter while on life support from a drowning accident after falling into our backyard swimming pool. In less that 24-hours we made the hardest decision of our lives. That decision? Turning off the Life Support Machine breathing for her.

It felt like it was all over.

Somewhere within the hours, the days, the weeks, and the few months of this incredibly grief stricken time, a change inside of me was taking place.

An awakening, let’s say, or a hidden unconscious pieces of me that was lost when I was 10-years old after my mom passed away, resurfaced. All the little shattered pieces of time that were abandoned back then and felt broken while growing up without her in my life, along with all the lost love for myself . . . started showing up.

I had a choice to make. I had to make a decision to grab these pieces and become whole again, or I could join the pity party these pieces of me indulged in for the last 30 years.

Losing, Chelsea, changed me in so many ways. As painful as this was and sometimes still is, it was this trauma that I needed to go through to realize how to be whole, how to heal, and how to find my purpose.