That’s the question that showed up today. Not for the first time. But this time, it landed harder.
A few hours ago, I couldn’t connect to why I exist, why I was born into a family that treated me like I didn’t matter. Why I walked through a professional life where people seemed to line up to tear me down. Why I become the target of so many when all I wanted was to contribute, to connect, to be a decent human being? How does one person attract so much cruelty? It doesn’t make sense—unless you look at it differently.
Maybe the truth is, I didn’t attract them. I exposed them. Just by existing. By being different. By not playing their games. By carrying integrity and not backing down. That’s what they couldn’t stand.
I used to look at my life and think, Why me? But maybe the better question now is, why not me? Maybe I was given sight and strength...not for suffering, but for clarity. So that I could see the patterns, feel the wounds, and refuse to pass them on. I don’t think I was born to suffer. I think I was born to stop the cycle. To break the chain. To survive what others buried and walk out with the truth.
So if you're like me, lost in your head some days, wondering what your purpose is after the damage, just know this: Survival is purpose. Healing is resistance. And peace, when you’ve had none, is transforming.
A few hours ago, I couldn’t connect to why I exist, why I was born into a family that treated me like I didn’t matter. Why I walked through a professional life where people seemed to line up to tear me down. Why I become the target of so many when all I wanted was to contribute, to connect, to be a decent human being? How does one person attract so much cruelty? It doesn’t make sense—unless you look at it differently.
Maybe the truth is, I didn’t attract them. I exposed them. Just by existing. By being different. By not playing their games. By carrying integrity and not backing down. That’s what they couldn’t stand.
I used to look at my life and think, Why me? But maybe the better question now is, why not me? Maybe I was given sight and strength...not for suffering, but for clarity. So that I could see the patterns, feel the wounds, and refuse to pass them on. I don’t think I was born to suffer. I think I was born to stop the cycle. To break the chain. To survive what others buried and walk out with the truth.
So if you're like me, lost in your head some days, wondering what your purpose is after the damage, just know this: Survival is purpose. Healing is resistance. And peace, when you’ve had none, is transforming.