Before the Soul…continued

When simplicity was not a lifestyle, but a lifeline.

Years ago now, I found myself letting go of everything I once believed I needed in order to feel secure.

The bed was the first to go. I sold it, and the mattress lay bare on the floor, a quiet reminder of what else still needed to be let go of. My jewellery followed, each piece traded in for just enough to carry us through the week. This continued for over a month, selling whatever I could to keep a roof over my head, and more importantly, over my children’s.

None of this was by choice. It was a forced surrender.

I was stripped back, layer by layer, until all that remained was my soul, staring back at me. I slept in an empty room, on a makeshift bed of blankets, surrounded by silence. No one knew, and no one needed to.

This path was never part of the plan. And it was certainly not one I ever imagined my children would witness. An experience like this has the power to break you. But when the reality truly settled in, something unexpected happened.

I felt a calm I had never known. A deep, unshakeable peace.

I had nothing in a material sense, yet I felt as though I had everything.

That space of emptiness became a mirror. It showed me how much of life we spend running, chasing money, chasing purpose, chasing the next thing we believe will make us feel whole. But what I came to realise is this: the purpose is in the living. In the quiet moments. In connection. In presence.

It is found in the way we speak to our children, in the warmth of a shared meal, in the comfort of knowing that we are still here, breathing, living, even when the world around us feels uncertain.

We all have our own unique journey. Find the one that will truly shape you into the person who knows inner peace.