Coming home to myself
There was a version of me who felt completely lost.
I had drifted far from myself — from my body, my intuition, my sense of who I was. Life looked fine on the outside. On the inside, I was running on empty, seeking something I couldn't name, pouring from a cup that had long since run dry.
The path back wasn't a quick fix. It was a slow, honest, sometimes uncomfortable return. It asked me to sit with myself instead of running from myself. To stop seeking answers outside and start trusting what was already within. To choose soul first — over and over — until that choice became who I am.
As I did, something shifted. My intuition returned. My body found its balance — not through force, but through care. I stopped seeking validation outside of me. I found my way home.
I had always been sensitive, always been intuitive. I simply needed to remember.
Today, I work with people who are somewhere on that same journey. People who feel disconnected, lost, or like something important is missing. My role isn't to fix you — it's to walk beside you as you remember who you already are.
You have one job when you come to Earth: to parent your own soul. If your cup is full, love overflows naturally.
i am ONE with is where that remembering begins.
— Kristie Lea