The Seed of My Heart

The night I planted the seed for a new chapter in my life, I was barefoot in my backyard, the summer heat still clinging to the air. Grief hung heavy in my chest—my dad had passed away just months before, and everything I knew about life suddenly felt fragile and uncertain. But under the quiet sky, I asked myself a question I could no longer avoid: Was I really living, or just surviving?

That night, a whisper rose from somewhere deep within me—what if I became a therapist? The idea felt both terrifying and thrilling, like standing on the edge of a cliff and wondering if I’d fall… or fly. My fears protested, of course. But something stronger stirred—my heart, my purpose, my desire to help others heal.

That was the moment everything began to shift. I didn’t have a perfect plan, just a seed of intention—and sometimes, that’s all it takes.