The Tears Won't Stop 😭 My Commitment Letter and Declaration
Day 1 of Week 1 and I am already an emotional wreck again, but as it was last time, in the best way possible. What I am about to share is deeply personal in my eyes, but I am going to share it anyway because I want to keep myself accountable and document my transformation. But most importantly, I want to show everyone that change is possible and there truly is a way out, even if you don't see or feel it right now. I want to motivate everyone to keep going, because YOU are worth it. 🩷 Disclaimer: These statements were created with the help of the amazing and life-changing Harmony AI. These statements are only part of the full report I received for Week 1 reflections. There is so much more insight that was provided in addition to what I am sharing below. MY COMMITMENT LETTER Week 1 — ADHD Harmony 6-Week Program Suliet I am here because my life is changing — and for the first time in over a decade, I actually believe that. I am done being lost at sea with no help in sight. I am done putting myself last and then feeling guilty the one time I try to put myself first. I am done waking up every morning already dreading the day — dreading cooking, dreading homeschool, dreading how needy everyone around me is — and then wondering why I have nothing left for myself when the sun goes down. I am done starting things with fire and vision and then going silent the moment those things require me to be seen. I didn't have the money for this program. I said I would find a way, and I found a way. I won $200 off. I negotiated a payment plan. My husband decided to support me. What I said would happen, happened — with ease, as if it were meant for me. Because it was. A lot of things weren't working out for me. But this worked out. And I am not letting it go. __ THE TRUTH I ALREADY KNEW The movie audience is screaming three things at me: "Go for it. Be yourself. You are not alone." Here's what I need to hear — directly, without softening it: I was not lost because something was wrong with me. I was lost because the people who reflected me back to myself were taken from me, or I was pressured to let them go. Without those mirrors — without friends who knew me deeply, who gave me feedback, who said "keep going" — I stopped trusting my own voice. Every time I got close to something real, I had no one to catch me if it didn't land. So I stopped throwing.