My Story

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Well, I'm like you, except I can talk to spirits and aliens. Crazy, huh? Was I always like this? Sorta kinda, but not really. As a child, I was very airy fairy and had a habit of astral projecting when I would get bored. I was highly intuitive and knew things that adults didn't know, but at that time I didn't know that my perspective of the world was different than other people. I thought everyone saw the world like I did and because of that I never questioned my reality. I was completely unaware that I was a little...*unique*.  

At 13 years old, I saw my first ghost. It was a cat. I was at my childhood friend’s house playing a video game when her recently deceased cat meowed at me! After running out her front door in horror, I consciously decided never to “see” again and so I didn’t. From that day until the age of 20, I didn’t experience those things anymore. I was still intuitive but ignored my insights out of fear. Then the unthinkable happened. 

One morning, at 3 am, shortly after turning 20 years old, there was a ferocious knock on the door. Stunned out of my sleep, my mother and I ran to answer it. My sister had just been murdered. There were police officers, detectives, a high-speed chase, helicopters, and local news coverage. In the blink of an eye, my life was flipped upside down. I went from saying “I love you” on the phone to my sister and best friend, to finding out a few hours later that her life was taken from her when she was just 38 years old. I was the lucky one who had to identify her dead body at the morgue. She was under a white sheet and had a tag on her big toe. 

To my surprise, and amid my crying, my dead sister appeared and said to me, “Woah, b*tch what happened?! Holy sh*t I need your help!” Imagine my cognitive dissonance when I had to accept that not only was my dead sister with a tag on her big toe talking to me, but she was also “alive” and well! This shock, and my sister’s unrelenting persistence to get me to “notice” her forced my abilities to kick in on overdrive. In less than 24 hours I had become a full-blown psychic and a medium. Needless to say, I damn near sh*t myself.  Fast forward 4 months, and my mother dropped dead (literally) from a broken heart. She stood up, fell to the ground, and never stood up again. As a broke college student who was still listed as my mom’s dependent, I suddenly became homeless with nowhere to go. 

Amidst all of that, plus the newly collected trauma and drinking problem caused by grief, I somehow managed to graduate one year early with a Bachelor’s degree in International Affairs. My GPA was trash, but I somehow got accepted into a Master’s program. It took another year to graduate with a Master’s degree in International Security and because I was a masochist at that time, I enrolled in and graduated from another program with a Master’s degree in Public International Law. I then proceeded to complete a law conversion course that would allow me to practice law in the United Kingdom by the time I was 25. To be honest, I’m not completely sure how I accomplished my education, because I was drunk for many of those years and don't remember much of it. 

Through my experiences, I learned how to stand up after being beaten to the ground, find my strength at times when I was the most vulnerable, use my voice when people told me to shut up, and go after what I wanted and the things that I believed belonged to me. 

I learned how to challenge life when life challenges me.