a life of purpose

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we often forget how fragile our existence truly is—until we’re faced with our own mortality. I’ve stared into the abyss not once, but multiple times, each encounter reshaping the very fabric of my being.

 I found myself in a shattered car, the air thick with the sharp scent of burning rubber and metal. The collision was catastrophic; the doors tore away like paper, and the car’s frame buckled, leaving me gasping in a twisted sanctuary of chaos. As I felt the cool embrace of death creep closer, I could hear the world outside—a distant symphony of sirens and voices, a reminder of what I was clinging to. I was alive, but barely.

then there was the drown, a fall from unconsciousness 15 feet into rocks below Waves crashed around me, each one a merciless force pulling me under. Underwater, my lungs screamed for air, yet the weight of the sea was relentless. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, as the saltwater filled my lungs, and death whispered sweetly in my ear. It was in that silent surrender that I felt a flicker of light, a warmth that promised hope. When I awoke, it was in an ICU bed, the rhythmic beeping of machines the only testament to my survival—60% seawater in my lungs, yet somehow, I was still here.

The drug-induced coma was a different battle, a fight against the demons that danced in the shadows of my mind. Picture doctors, friends, and family gathered around, filled with worry as I lay there—a mere shell of the person I once was. Yet, in the silence of my unconscious state, I encountered the divine, An encounter,... I met Christ—a presence so profound it shattered my despair and wrapped me in unconditional love. I knew, without doubt, that I had been given another chance

My life had been a chaotic whirl of heartbreak and loss—a painful divorce, cocaine that intertwined with a life of defiance alongside a motorcycle club. I had ridden hard, chased thrills, and flirted with danger, but it was all a temporary fix for a deeper void. I had reached the bottom, yet from those ashes, the journey of rebuilding began.

With each near-death experience, I gathered pieces of myself like a mosaic, slowly piecing together the person I was destined to become.

 My journey is a testament that even in our darkest moments, there exists a glimmer of grace—a chance to rise, to rebuild, and to reclaim the life we thought lost forever.

This story isn’t just about surviving; it’s about thriving, about embracing every scar as a reminder of battles fought and won. If you are in the depths of your struggle, know that the light is waiting for you, just beyond the horizon of despair. You're not alone, and your story is worth telling—together, we can find our way back to life, one heartbeat at a time. what is your story?

 I often felt like a small, soft note in a world of thunderous chords. From the early days of primary school to the tumultuous halls of high school, bullying became a haunting melody that played in the background of my life. 

But amidst the noise and chaos, I found my sanctuary—the art room and the music room—a refuge where creativity flourished, and my spirit could breathe.

When I was just eight years old, I picked up a pair of drumsticks and reveled in the primal beat of percussion. Each strike was a release, a powerful expression of words unspoken. Then, as a teenager, I stumbled upon my father’s guitars, its strings quietly beckoning me. As I strummed my first chord, I fell head over heels in love. It was more than an instrument; it was a vessel for my heart, a way to pour out the emotions I’d long kept bottled up inside.

When my friends abandoned me because of my faith and gentle spirit,i felt like i didnt fit in,  I found solace not only in music but also in the world of art. I dived into painting, sketching, and creating—my hands were never idle. Awards and distinctions came pouring in at a young age, accolades reflecting a hidden strength that emerged from vulnerability. 

I merged my passion for music with my love for art, forming bands in high school and pouring my soul into every note we created. Over the years, I recorded six albums so for, traveled through New Zealand and Australia,and breathed life into music videos that captured the essence of my journey.

I paused my artistic pursuits, only to discover a new avenue—the world of tattooing. Drawn to the beauty of ink upon skin, I enrolled in an apprenticeship, where I spent countless hours learning the delicate art of tattooing. Each canvas became a living story, and through this practice, I learned the profound power of connection through shared narratives. Listening to my clients, I realized that everyone carries their battles, their dreams and, in those intimate moments, I found a passion for helping others transform their lives.

This passion ignited within me a longing to become a life coach—the desire to see people succeed, to rise above their struggles, and to transform their pain into purpose.

 I wanted to guide others, just as I had navigated my way through the dark waters of bullying and self-doubt.

Now, as I weave together my skills in music, art, and coaching, I am writing a solo project and collaborating on a new band with a dear friend. My life is a vibrant tapestry, each thread forged from heartache and healing, echoing the rhythms of resilience. 

Through drums, guitar, ink, and insightful conversations, I’ve found a way to express not just my story, but also to uplift others in their own journeys. Music continues to flow through me, and art now finds its place on the skin of those who dare to wear their stories proudly. Each note, each stroke of ink, is a testament that our passions are powerful tools not just for personal expression, but for connecting with the world in the most profound and transformative ways. And so, I move forward, determined to create, inspire, and help others compose their own beautiful symphonies in the journey of life..