What if love IS the most important thing?

What if love IS the most important thing?

But what if that love is toxic?

But what if that love is manipulative, gaslighting that burns a hole so deep in your heart, it feels like a bottomless well that you don’t know how to come back from.. nor know anything else but this?

Of only knowing a support where people WANT you to fail?

I was sent to places I have never been before when I travelled a grief I have not felt before this week.

Whether it was cern being shut off, the full moon, or my capacity reached with driving six days a week with no end in sight, that I knew three months ago I was already at my limit.. I don’t know.

But what I do know, is I travelled something I have not felt before.

Yeah this is a novel. So before you judge, have your perceptions or comment or lurk in the background with your judgements… make sure you read the whole thing or not at all. I am not in the mood for stupid comments. I have reached my limit with ‘being kind to everyone’…Some people say if you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say it at all… and yet, I am sooo tired of hiding behind a facade of pretending everything is okay and normal. Life isn’t. I have up seasons and down seasons and I am not about to continue to hold up a facade when my soul wants to speak. And here at Reality Awareness it’s about keeping it real. So if you want to stay in numbed out Lala Land - this isn’t the space for you.

I saw Lorin Krenn post that his wife travelled something old and deep the other day and I thought okay.. I am not the only one processing this deep thread.

He called it Archaic.

I guess that works. It wasn’t ancient but it was old. It wasn’t normal grief, it wasn’t of this realm, it wasn’t… just something I can’t name, but had never felt before. But it did feel like death warmed up and some. Headaches, fevers, a death of some sort that was not.. just something I haven’t felt before. And that’s how I can name it.

I canceled my week, clients - even the full moon ceremony - which I have not done since August 2018.

As a mother, you just do what needs to be done. Well, most mums do. Myself as a mum does. Not all mums are the same, but hey, that’s people I guess.

I woke up on Monday morning and just collapsed. Mentally, emotionally, just visceral reactions to another week of driving ahead for another whole week… I just couldn’t. I lost it. I was an emotional wreck. That...is normal for me btw before you go judging your heart out cause its crying to be felt - don’t even, I am not in the mood.

I have always felt deeply. Many have told me too much. That something is wrong with me. That I need help.

No, I just speak the fucking truth - that is ALWAYS THE CASE.

And yet, it has taken me some time to realise that is what the fuck it is.

I have been holding it together and just doing it. That’s what mums do. What else are we going to do?

I reached out for help and got met with silence. And that broke me. Like, screaming out for help and those people? They WANT me to fail. Like WTF. Sure, asking in the wrong places perhaps, but the situation required it. Nope. Silence. The most hurtful weapon.

Spirit must’ve heard my call for help. Dad called Monday night. Thanks Dad.

There are so many more details so don’t read into what you don’t know. Because I guarantee you - it’s not what you think. You may think I share everything on social media because of what I do… but it is still not everything. 🤣

I was travelling it.. these hard feelings.. and I have not been able to stop crying.. (mon/tues).

Travelling it all…

Why do people want me to fail?? Why do the people closest to me want me to fail??

Why - my whole life - have all the people around me, secretly hated me, waiting and watching me to fail, being kind to my face and gossiping and backstabbing me - my whole fucking life? Why have I not experienced anything but this? What is it in me that is so bad, so wrong, what did I actually do?

Maybe this parasite cleanse has gone too deep. Maybe I need to stop the tablets. I did for this week - it was all too much. It has definitely been killing things and I was conscious through all this travelling that this death feeling - was it all dying. The herbs I can handle… the plastic capsules everyday was making my stomach turn at the thought of swallowing it all so I just left it for a few days. I tried eating some normal food. Sunday night I had a steak to make sure I wasn’t fading away from earth as I’ve learnt my lesson after childbirth to not let myself get depleted.

Nup. Wasn’t any of that. The tears were just non-stop. You know that level of grief that the tears roll and you just can’t - like they are just rolling without you even ‘crying’.

I have just been sooooo off everything. Off social media. Off all the talking head videos. Rolling my eyes throwing my phone away at everything I see and hear. No tolerance for any of it. It all feels fake, performative, everyone vying for attention, everyone just another someone’s opinion about life about shit that doesn’t even matter, for what?

What is the fucking point of any of it?

That.

That is where my head has been at. 

That is where my compass has been spinning at. 

What is the fucking point of any of it? 

It all feels shit. Disconnected. Fake. AI. No original thought anymore. No humans. Over it.

Things I once loved. Gone. Out. Disconnected asf.

I know this is a recalibration of the highest order. But when you’re in it? It’s death baby. Fucking death of everything.

That when you heal something.. you detach from EVERYTHING and everything doesn’t feel real anymore.

And the rain hasn’t helped. Raining every fucking day for MONTHS. I am a sun loving girl. That is why I live in the subtropics. Maybe it isn’t tropic enough. We are well past the wet season - we are in winter, when the days are supposed to be clear and suns out but no - fucking rain and wind and everything is just wet mud and every time I step out of my car into mud I just break down crying. Why for the last 6 years have I just lived in a place where my virgo self is just dirty all the fucking time? I can tolerate it and then I just lose it. Driving up the driveway and the edge is so soft my car back end slides down the embankment and by some miracle I pulled it back up…  just for more hair losing stress you know. Just another day in the life of. It all just builds up I guess.

I couldn’t stay in the house and yet my soul was calling for a lookout in Noosa. Why the fuck would I drive there? More driving. What is the fucking point of any of it?

I dragged my ass out of the house into the car for more fucking driving. Bawling my eyes out barely being able see anything and got to the lookout. Mountain perspective shift I guess.

But just staring out… why the fuck am I here? Why the fuck am I in Queensland? Why the fuck am I here at all? What has been the point to anything of the last 10-20 years? What is the point? Everything I have tried to do in the last few years has gotten me nowhere. Like everything met with so much resistance or simply blocked or wtf. So now, I am back on Hannah’s terms. Doing shit I want to do because I want to do it. Not because some marketing strategy, mentor or counsellor told me. But for Hannah. By Hannah. Because I fucking want to. For me and no one else. Doing what makes ME happy. But what the fuck is that even anymore?

Recalibration at it’s finest. A depth of despair of nothingness at it’s finest. A vast nothingness. Feels like home I guess. No anchor to any of it. Not even my animals. Everything just feels like a loss, hard or.. what is the fucking point.

I left.. just in nothingness. Went and got hot chips for normal food because you know, it’s still potatoes but some kind of normal comfort food. Nup. Didn’t do it either. Great, gone so far off normal food on this parasite cleanse (have been eating mostly medical medium style)… and nup. It’s gone past food.

Went and picked up my daughter and just get home and just.. nothing. Zilch. Frustrated at any tiny thing, can’t even concentrate on anything. Just out. Totally gone. Walking through so much guilt cause not holding Full Moon Ceremony tomorrow (Tues). But I just couldn’t. Fuck I even held the Full Moon Ceremony after the dog attack. Not this time. Not today. I was out. Not here. Or something.

Dad calling randomly that night and was a lifeline.

I have stopped asking for help. It all goes unanswered. Or manipulated gaslit back onto me. Everyone thinks I am just complaining. Everyone thinks I am just being negative. Everything thinks - I’m fucking over what anyone thinks. 

It’s why I am writing from my heart again and not caring whether you understand me, what you judge me of, go gossiping about or anything. I don’t fucking care anymore.

I am soooo sick of holding up a facade, because to be successful you need to have your shit together, you need to wear blazers and be emotionally void and not show any emotions because then you’re just being childish or not professional enough and a loose cannon and are being a victim and are - fucking no.

I am fucking done with not being real anymore.

And that… has been on my fucking mind.

I am so sick of AI boxes, so sick of trying to fit being more successful into a box of fucking hold your shit together and stop being emotional.

No. 

My fucking job is to show people how to travel emotions because society has been trained out of them and people wonder why the world is like it is, no one has compassion for anyone, everyone hiding behind lies that are swept under the carpet and moved on from with no communication, no one cares about anyone but themselves, the world is at war, there are stupid people in power and they don’t give a fuck about.. fucking over it. FFS.

Cause this has been on my fucking mind.

Everyone has told me to hold it together, that I can’t show my emotions because people think weak of me.

And yet - no one has ever stood by me, up for me - in front of me or in closed rooms behind my back.

Like what did I actually do? Can someone please tell me - have the fcuking balls to tell me. Cause even my ex that constantly blamed me turned around 10 years later and apologised because there was actually nothing wrong with me now he understands more of why we went through what we did. WTF. Needless to say that was the last time I have spoken to him. Something healed in me that day that changed me.

I even wrote about it in my book - that I have always been shunned from all the groups, all the women bitching and gossiping about me and yet - years later 99% of them are all divorced. I was speaking the truth back then, none of them had the courage to admit it or say anything to me and yet I was just being myself. Bringing #truthbombs about shit in their relationships just by me speaking truth about whatever the fuck I would talk about normally… they were not dealing with and ended up divorcing for.

And so that is what I am realising.. I am a truth speaker. And after all these years of being shunned and shut down I am just not anymore. I am ahead of my time, call bullshit where bullshit is and that is what I am here for and won’t hide it anymore. Nor will I shy away and dim my light anymore because you don’t agree with me. I am not speaking to be understood anymore I am speaking to lead.

Is it just because I have no filter and bluntly speak the truth because it is pointless speaking about anything else? Yep.

I just say the shit that is actually on my mind, the hard stuff, the deep stuff, the shit no one wants to admit to others they think about or that they even don’t let themselves think because they numb out before they get there because it is too scary or their childhood trauma of it being beaten out of them won’t even let them go there so they think they don’t have it.

Yeah well - welcome to Reality Awareness - where shit is real around here.

Tuesday dropped my daughter at work. And got the message to drive. Drive. More driving? FFS. But I knew if I just went home I would just sit there crying. So the dogs wondered where the fuck we were going when I kept driving past my home street. And adventure. Somewhere. I kept getting the message to go to another lookout in the hinterland. Took all my filming gear, I guess I can work up there and do a video or something, cause it was just not feeling right to not work at all this week. Sure, some people would say that is not right, you need to time off, but this work, is a life I have created that you don’t need time off. My life is my work, my work is my life. Not everyone understands that. And those people 100% do not live their life purpose. So you do not understand. So you have no right to judge me for what I do. I am done listening to people who have not walked through what I have walked through nor are living a life I aspire to. Not that many are that for me anymore..

No mentors. No fancy cars. No retreats. No lands. No nothing. 

I am recalibrating to something that is my own but I have no fucking idea what that is yet. It’s coming though. This death is the birth of something.

Stopped at a lookout. Was a mess. I was too. And then just the shit humans are pissing me off for. A used tampon on the ground. Bins & toilets right there. Like… I used to have the best intentions for people, see the best in everyone. Think that everyone was good. Genuine hearted. Maybe I just got older and wiser or just reality checked out. But like really? It’s gross. And some people I just can’t even. And it breaks my heart. Like… what am I here for again?

I kept driving. I just couldn’t film what I wanted to. I was still processing. Prob won’t use the footage. Maybe I will some of it. 

I kept driving. Had the thoughts to go to a specific place. Turned down a wrong street - and in the Hinterland - they are long ‘streets’. 

Fuck I am starving. So I went to the local town instead. Yeah. Let’s do that. Maybe I need normal food, maybe I just need that again instead of strict cleanse foods. Walked through the town.. ah, last time I was here I took the old photos of Trust Your Intuition in 2022. Okay, reclaiming old threads of myself from that time. Got it. I can work with that.

Walked past a zillion cafes, menus not grabbing me. All cafe foods and I didn’t want any of it. Maybe I have just felt so much better on cleanse foods and not wanting to give my body shit breads, meats and dairy cause I seem to be better without them… so I kept walking.. ah the spiritual shop.. maybe I will find some inspiration or fulfilment in there.

Nope. Nothing. Walking around - nothing. Except of course a statue of Hades and his famous three headed dogs greeted me as soon as I opened the door. #wtf.

Kept walking around, it’s a decent size shop.. shopkeeper was talking to someone and of course I overheard the conversation that led into LED lighting affecting our hormones and no one is talking about it. Yep, just the information I needed to hear.

Moving out to the country 6 years ago people would think would be better for you. But the stress for me? Second to none. Away from the ocean, my natural habit that naturally restores me without effort, snakes, ticks, spiders, lets not forget wild dogs and barely able to be in nature because of the elements and yeah, working inside and all the rentals nowadays have led lighting. I knew of this, but the reality of living in it for 6 years - it was a reminder, it’s not all me.

Lifestyle changes everything.

I left the shop with that information and yet, still nothing satisfied. I don’t know what I was looking for. Something to anchor me. Ground me. Give me meaning or purpose. Nothing.

Walked past a posh pet place. I’ll get some treats for my dogs waiting in the car I thought. No. Nothing. Just big bags of them. Not what I wanted right now. I walked out empty again.

But realising they were important to me. My loyal dogs waiting in the car for me that come everywhere with me. They were all that mattered. An anchor. A reason.

Organic Co-op. Perfect, some real food. Got some apples, rice cakes, hummus, my fav moon lip balm and some chamomile. Oh, and a spinach feta roll - they didn’t have one, give me the pie version then. Some real food. Maybe that will make me feel better.

Drove out of that town all the elderly and hippy people walking round… yeah another country town is NOT what I calling my Soul. #goodtoknow

Drove to a different lookout to eat. I am an eat in my car kinda girl, maybe cause I want to sit with my dogs, maybe I want the privacy, maybe I have just been driving long road trips since 2020 my car has a comfy familiarity.

Eating the pie, what is even in this? From Byron Bay of course.. ah, damn.. the cream. Oh well. Ate it anyway. I have stayed away from meat and dairy, apart from the steak the other day and definitely feel better for staying away from those foods for a time. But I ate the pie thinking some ‘real food’ will make me feel better. Kinda didn’t hit the spot I was thinking and thought I could’ve just eaten the 5 apples and some humus and rice cakes and would’ve felt the same.

I knew I had to do this parasite cleanse to break something.. and it has. I needed a reason to change diet cause nothing else has made me. It took me 6 years to do it. I remember trying 6 years ago and had a vision watching myself above my body making my toast with butter and honey with my fav cup of coffee - knowing I am not ready to face… what has come up these last few days.

The grief. More on ‘what’ grief later…

I have felt much grief over my years. Seems it is all I do.

Sitting there looking over the mountain ranges eating my spinach and cream Byron Bay pie.. I was staring into the distance as you do… and the thought dropped in…

“I don’t even think travelling will do it. Travelling isn’t the answer.”

I have had thoughts of packing it all up and getting in the car and just driving… my daughter is seemingly taking care of herself, she doesn’t ‘need’ me these days..

But yeah, no. Travelling/long road trips are not the answer.

It was almost an alternate reality shifting moment… travelling isn’t the answer as I looked out over the mountain ranges eating my pie, knowing that I had done that in 2020… drove so far over those mountain ranges of the wet Queensland hinterland and into the wild west red dirt desert of wide open spaces, blue skies with white Simpson looking clouds and stars that take you to other worlds.

The driving is therapeutic when I am doing it for myself… like the driving of these ranges… even though I had moments of agitation wonder why tf I was doing it and I ‘should’ be working. But I needed a day out of the house. And I forgot.. this IS my work. My LIFE is my work.

I realised because I am driving six or more days a week to take my daughter to and from work and try and work in the short amount of hours in between (reached its limit with me, wasn’t working anymore - to try and work when all my energy is depleted from 10 months of driving)… when the day off from driving comes I think I want to stay home because going out for more driving isn’t appealing.. but on this mountain road trip all day driving day.. I needed the doing something for me, the fresh perspective that driving mountain ranges brings. The views. I fucking miss having a view. I am grateful where I live right now, very grateful, but it is surrounded by trees and so the view is obstructed. But the bird song is amazing to hear. Didn’t have that at the other place. I guess that is the ocean of life hey.

I sat there in seemingly alternate reality shifting feelings eating my pie staring out to the mountains… that… that is it. It’s my work.

I am missing working.

My passion.

My purpose. 

My work.

Nothing satisfies me but this.

And driving this amount - I have nothing left for this.

It takes a lot to hold what I do and I do and have done it well - I KNOW how to do it. I know how to take care of myself. I know what it takes to replenish what I give out - but the driving thrown in the mix? I just hit a visceral limit on Monday. There is no time for me to replenish with the amount of driving I have been doing.

And that was it. My work. 

That is what is missing.

Something needs to change. I can’t keep up this driving when I need to work.

I know it is a no brainer and won’t feel like much of a realisation to many reading this. 

With my breakdown Monday morning.. a car to look at was organised. Finally. Some kind of movement. Even though lessons and more driving still ensured, there was a change, an ending of some kind.

I finished my pie and felt I wanted to go home. But by the time I got there I would have to go out again to get my daughter so that didn’t work. I found another park and no dogs allowed, so I felt it was time to head down from the mountain ranges and found a spot on the map.. I place that I first lived at the second time I moved back to the Sunshine Coast. Seems it has been a sanctuary for me these last 21 years… my home I guess.

We arrived, I parked and took the dogs for a walk. Big pathways, barely any people, just the way I like it. Walking to pass time and grateful for winter days to be able to walk in the middle of the day, we passed many apartment buildings.. and in front of us kept landing a Willy Wag Tail bird. 

They have great significance to me of our ‘homes’ over the years. At this point.. signs I had shut down from the universe. I was empty. Out. Done. Signs don’t mean shit when you’re hard in recalibrating from everything and nothing spaces. Go away leave me alone you mean nothing.

And yet, it kept landing right in front of my dogs and I and… on the real estate signs of apartments as we walked by. Okay okay I am paying attention. For some fucking reason.

Kept walking.

Walked to the beach and sat on the beach for a minute that my dogs would let me before they are agitated they are not allowed off the lead so we walked back to the car. 

Apartment. Well. I wanted to get a home 3 years ago but at that current state and the market I was only approved for $600k and that doesn’t even get you a 1brm apartment these days. So it was pointless to me. I needed a house back then.

And yet… these days it is $850k for a 1brm apartment. 🤣🙄

And yet.. something started dropping in.

3 years ago my daughter and my mind awareness was no where near her being adult age to live her own life.

What if.. she could have her own car, license, and her own apartment… then I can work and get a truck to do what I love - road trips with my animals? Yes, cats included. I have a beautiful home - a place where my animals are allowed, where I can work. That is all I asked for.

This mountain range drive changed me.

All these feelings lately of things feeling fake, shit and just so much noise and none of it real was doing my head in.

And yet it is real - for those doing it.

But something changed in me. Something shifted.

I think it was my own separation from all the influence that I let in, trying to remember who I am after the dog attack.. and deeper than that…. After the family rejection back in 2018.

I had been travelling it - these dark dark feelings, blocking out everything so I could have some space for my own noise in my head to clear.

And that is the grief. The family rejection back in 2018. I have been living in the shock of it ever since. #WTF.

But the first layer that hit on Monday?

Was my ex. Like… soooo much ANGER. 

So much fucking ANGER.

Anger - is part of the grief cycle. It is important to feel.

Because I FUCKING KNEWWWW.

I broke it off.

I said our lifestyles are way to different and our values were not aligned. And yet, he never took no for an answer. And because of trauma of s*Fxual assault when I was 14 - at 28, that is a match on the timeline chart, I was worn down by the constant barrage and promises even though I KNEW that never holds. And of course, in the end it was all my fault.

The ANGER surfacing was me reclaiming my power. Like… all these years thinking it was me and my fault and sure, no one is perfect and that relationship changed me with all the counselling I did because you know, I am the problem.

All meant to be of course.

But it reaches a point where you take back your fucking power and realise that you weren’t wrong all along, it wasn’t fucking you. I was clear in my values, in my life, in who I am, in what I wanted and it got knocked out of me.

Well, that Hannah has been reclaimed.

ANGER that all this fucking time I thought it was me because when someone gets dripped on enough it drives anyone insane.

As I always say, just because a human can adjust to something - doesn’t mean it is right for them. No - they are just suppressed into it.

The anger and deep seated grief.. oh the GRIEF.

Maybe I needed the constant driving and wear down for it to hit?

Because God knows I have been avoiding it.

The family rejection in late 2018 when I hit my first ever $100k in my business and my family rejected me. It was a shock.

And the grief? I realised a few months back… that.. what is surfacing?

That I had to stop old food patterns to truly drop into that hit me without warning on Monday?

Was that.

Since 2018 I have been running in effect of SHOCK.

That is why I went on the road trips in 2020. The expansion of my business hit the core wound of family rejection which hits on SURVIVAL mode on steroids. Yikes. WTF ACTUAL. #cuerunawayfromeverything

The grief cycle… has stages, waves and can take years to travel. 

And all this time I have been dealing with it?

No wonder I have not stopped talking about it. No wonder I have not been able to grieve properly either.

Shiiiiitttttt.

No wonder I have felt lost without an anchor and so set on ‘homes’ and yet they always evading me.

No wonder I have been so angry lately. Because I never felt the grief cycle anger either.

And I am so grateful I am feeling all this. Cause it explains all the undertone negativity, the undertone resentment of everything…

Thank fuck this is coming out… cause we know that this leads to illness otherwise.

What a fucking ride.

No wonder it has been dark at times through the years for my daughter… I was carrying this. She was feeling it. A huge breakthrough a few months back was me realising - that I didn’t realise (wtf) the impact of my own family rejection and what that had on our own relationship all these years. Fucking glad I caught that one and owned it so she doesn’t have to subconsciously carry it anymore. 

And to have the mountain range clarity at the same time?

This cycle of being a single mother full time is coming to an end. And this last stint has been 🥵😰 No one warned me that a teenage girl reflecting hard on your unhealed mother abandonment wounds is what I was in stall for. Also Shittttttttt.

If you have a teenager daughter you know. If not. Don’t even. And a teenage daughter that is a leader btw, cause those happy family pics on socials well, you don’t know what goes on behind closed doors to get said pics.

What I am grateful for…. Is the relationship with my daughter. Because…

WITH ANY RELATIONSHIP - it is not about what happens.

It is about the REPAIR of what happens.

And when that repair is gaslight, swept under the carpet or ‘water under the bridge’ - that is toxic asf. That - is not for me. And why I will walk cleanly away from any relationship that does this. I am not interested. At all. You won’t even get a chance. You will just become another follower on the internets for me… because you are.

But the repair?

The owning of your shit? The conscious communication and realising each other’s part and moving through that with a new way forward?

That is what relationship are supposed to be like.

That is what healthy relationships are. 

That is what.. I have with my daughter (and my dear clients). Even through these most hardest past 6-7 years.. that.. is what the outcome has been for us.

And for that.. I am thankful as fuck. I am sure I can always be a better mum of course.

And yet.. this is a new stage we are entering.

This is a cycle and this cycle will end.

And this cycle ending has brought me grief and a tether that held me here to be recalibrated. Like the moving consciousness snake of light through our Earth. It moves. And so do we. Nothing is permanent. Everything changes. And that change brings grief.

What I have wanted has changed.

And the only tether I have here is my work. My daughter. My animals. Everything else is fleeting.

What if love IS the most important thing?

But.. this has always been shunned for me and from me by me because… I have never experienced that reflected in my reality. So it was never important to me because of my experience of ‘love’. 

What if love IS the most important thing?

But not toxic love.

Real love. 

The love that anchors you here.

The love you cultivate for yourself, deep inside - not what is reflected to you by other humans and then you feel worthy or feel what real love feels like. No. 

A love so deep, it is cultivated from deep within that holds you here and allows you a conscious eye to feel things others don’t?

I opened up my favourite book on Monday night hoping for some clarity…that was a chapter about ‘you have to love where you are before you can move on from it or you’ll just attract more of it’ and I slammed the book shut, slammed my office door shut in tears and walked out. FFS. I opened it again yesterday and read the whole chapter. I think I understand now. The mountain range drive gave me that de-threading collecting of my soul from that time and space and now finding a new path of love, a deep internal cultivated path of love, a new direction and what is important and what this new cycle, this new chapter that is ending and beginning looks like. That direction was needed. The path, the plan and the new anchors were needed. And that chapter makes sense, I can understand it and not be angry about it, because I understand how to love it now. #phew what a fucking ride.

Of course I turned on Netflix the other night to zone out and the second season of The Last Airbender was out. #timing. Like every other story of my life. And the Earth Bending Master saying that you have to wait and listen to move the Earth - and that.. is where I have been.. in the nothingness, waiting in the nothingness, listening for.. when… and then the ‘feeling everything to feel nothing to feel everything’. You can’t really make this stuff up. I must be in my reality bending era… #Iwonderwhatisnext dare I not ask!

I have been working on Trust Your Intuition filming and… I also realised that everything I have been processing is because I have been coming up to this next training. #ofcourse 😳🙄

From Divine Step #9 (from the 12 Divine Steps to Awakening Your Life Purpose) - Love - to Divine Step #10 - Wholeness.

Talk about travelling the depths of love - real love - to find wholeness within - and nothing external tethering that to you to make you feel that.. wholeness.

To find what is truly important, to feel that anchored within, to understand the depths of reality, your purpose and what you’re truly here for and why.

What a fucking ride.

If you’ve read this far - I see you. I so fucking see you. Because these waves are nigh and near, they are constant and hopefully with cern shut off now, they can fucking be calm waters for a while. Geez Louise! 🤪 

Love, Hannah
The Life Purpose Queen 👑

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