“How did you find the courage?”

People often ask me,

“How did you find the courage?”

I understand why they ask.

Because from the outside, it can look like I knew.

Like I had figured it out.

Like I had some deep certainty that said, yes, this is the right thing, go.

I didn’t.

I was scared.

There were days when I questioned myself.

There were days when I wondered what my life would look like after separation.

And then I moved to a new city.

That came with its own kind of fear.

New place.

New routines.

A life that suddenly looked unfamiliar.

I didn’t have a five-year plan.

I didn’t even have the full picture of the next few months.

I just knew that I couldn’t keep holding on to something simply because I was afraid of what would happen when I let go.

And maybe that is the part people don’t see.

The courage to leave doesn’t always come from knowing where you are going.

Sometimes it comes from finally being honest about where you cannot stay.

I think I had spent a lot of my life believing that before making a big move, I needed to know the whole way.

What next?

How?

Where?

Will I be okay?

Will the children be okay?

What if I get it wrong?

And when you keep asking yourself all of these questions, fear becomes very convincing.

It makes you believe that not knowing is the same as being unsafe.

But I didn’t know.

I moved anyway.

And somewhere in that movement, something changed.

There was suddenly space.

Space that I couldn’t have created while I was still holding on.

And in that space, things I couldn’t see before started becoming clearer.

Not all at once.

Not magically.

Just enough for the next step.

I think that’s what my faith has taught me in a very personal way.

Sometimes I don’t need to know the entire path.

I need enough trust to take the step that is in front of me.

Trust in myself.

And trust in the Divine.

Not because I know what will happen.

But because I have reached a place where I know I will meet myself in whatever happens.

Looking back, I don’t think courage was what helped me leave.

Leaving is what slowly taught me courage.

And perhaps the same courage that allowed me to walk away from what no longer felt right... was also the courage that helped me walk towards what was waiting for me.

I only had to make enough space to see it.

The clarity came later.

Much later than I wanted.

But it came.

And maybe that’s the work I find myself holding space for every day now.

For the places where you know something needs to change, but you don’t yet know what comes next.

For the parts of you that are scared to let go because they don’t have the full map.

And for practitioners who want to learn how to hold these spaces for someone else—with depth, presence and skill.

I hold both kinds of spaces—

spaces where you can meet yourself more fully through my 1:1 work,

and spaces where you can learn the skills to hold transformative spaces for others through my practitioner trainings.