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So… Is Your Higher Self the Same as Source?

  Not exactly. Think of it like this: Source is the origin —pure consciousness, God/Goddess/Divine Light, whatever you want to call it. It’s the everything-and-nothing energy from which all things come. Your Higher Self is your personal bridge to Source. It’s your soul in its purest form , untainted by fear, ego, or human distortion. Your Higher Self is you , just on the zoomed-out level —the version of you that remembers the full story, all lifetimes, all lessons, all missions. So: Source is the sun. Your Higher Self is the sunbeam that still holds its essence but is uniquely you . Is Your Higher Self Your Soul? Pretty much— but here's the nuance: Your soul is eternal. It’s the part of you that has lived countless lives. Your Higher Self is like the fully awakened version of your soul —the one not currently squeezed into a human body trying to pay bills and avoid family drama. When you're in human form, you're kind of like the tip of the i...

From Self-Destruction to Surrender: The Day I Decided to Live Again

 



There was a time not long ago when I didn’t care if I lived or died.

Before my stroke, I was drifting through life — barely holding on. I met a man who mirrored my hopelessness. We bonded over the belief that we were both done. Done trying, done caring, done hoping. And instead of lifting each other up, we became enablers. Drinking, smoking, numbing. Co-signing each other’s pain.

And all the while, I was still showing up. Still photographing other people’s joy — their weddings, their babies, their celebrations. Capturing love and family and connection while quietly grieving the absence of it in my own life.

I hadn’t found my person. I hadn’t built a family. My friends were users, opportunists, clinging to the remnants of my past as a model — not because they loved me, but because they wanted to say they knew me.

Behind my smile was exhaustion. Behind the camera lens, a woman disappearing.


The Stroke That Woke Me Up

Then it happened.

A stroke brought me to my knees. I remember lying on the floor, praying to God not to leave me broken. I begged Him not to take my mind or my ability to move. I promised that if He gave me another chance, I would do something with it.

And here I am.

I survived. I was spared. And I believe now — I was called.


Facing the Truth

The truth is, I had given up long before that stroke. I believed I wasn’t worthy of love, of support, of abundance. I thought I needed to have it all together — the money, the house, the image — before I could be worthy of a good man or a good life. And because I didn’t have those things, I settled. For scraps. For silence. For suffering.

But surviving cracked something open in me.

I’m no longer willing to carry the pain of betrayal, of abandonment, of not-enoughness. I’m done apologizing for needing rest. For wanting love. For desiring wealth and peace and a home that feels like a sanctuary.


What I'm Choosing Now

I am choosing to surrender the old beliefs.

I am choosing to believe that I am worthy — of deep love, of true friendship, of financial overflow. I’m choosing to believe that I don’t need to prove myself to receive. That I can be soft and strong, healing and powerful, creative and abundant — all at the same time.

I'm learning to protect my energy, to charge what I’m worth, and to stop entertaining people who only show up when they need something. I want love that’s peaceful. Friends who pour back into me. Clients who see my value. And money that flows with ease — because I finally believe I deserve it.


Reconnection: The True Gift

When I first started this healing journey, I felt completely disconnected — from my body, from my spirit, and from the world. I felt like I was floating somewhere outside of myself, numb and invisible.

But slowly, through the work, the writing, the crying, the surrender — I started to come home to myself. I started to feel my feet on the ground again. I began to connect — mentally, physically, spiritually.

No, I haven’t made any money doing this work yet.
But I’ve made something more valuable:
I’m making myself whole.

And that, to me, is priceless.


A Message to Anyone Who Feels Like I Did

If you’re reading this and it resonates — if you’ve ever felt invisible, unloved, or stuck — let me tell you this:

You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are not too late.
You are in the in-between — and that’s where miracles are born.

Surrender. Release. Cry it out. Burn the old stories if you need to.

But don’t give up.

Your new life is calling.


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With love and fierce grace,
Jean — Artful Living Coaching

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