My Raw Truth
Nobody truly knows the depths of the battles I’ve faced over the past two years. My health has been a constant warzone, with small victories in some areas and painful setbacks in others. There were moments when the struggle felt so overwhelming that I questioned if I could keep going. It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional, spiritual, and financial. My demons came knocking at every turn, and the weight of it all nearly crushed me. Robbing Peter to pay Paul, and working around cut off notices due to taking so much time off work!
I’ve fought this battle largely in silence, with even my own family unaware of the extent of my pain. Through it all, DJ has been my rock, my anchor, the one who keeps me grounded when everything else feels like it's slipping away. Without his unwavering support, I’m not sure how I would have made it this far. My girls support me in their own way, and to the extent of what they know. I am grateful for their support as well, but they have their own lives and I try to respect that. For some children they move away from their parents as they start their family while others create their family with their parents. It's just a choice and as parents we have to respect their choices and love them and be a part when we get the chance. That's all we can do. It doesn't make them less, just different that's all.
But the most profound lessons often come with heartbreak. As a spiritual teacher and psychic, I’ve poured so much of myself into helping others. My work is not just a job, it’s my calling, my passion, my purpose. Yet, the lack of consistent support from those I thought would stand by me has been a heavy blow. I give freely my energy, my knowledge, my love, and yet, so many take without giving anything in return. They’ll consume my content, take my guidance, and benefit from my light, but they won’t share, uplift, or support in the simplest of ways.
Still, there are those few who do stand by me, those who share my work, who show up, who encourage me even on my darkest days. You are the ones who keep me going. You are the ones who remind me why I do what I do. To you, I am endlessly grateful. Your love and support mean more to me than words could ever express.
What hurts the most, though, is seeing others in this spiritual community misuse their platform. I watch as some manipulate emotions, deceive with empty promises, and play narcissistic games, all while receiving an outpouring of support from the very people they exploit. These individuals don’t help, they brainwash. They claim to awaken others but keep them trapped in cycles of pain and dependency, never truly addressing the roots of their struggles. And yet, I know my purpose is to bring genuine healing, even when it feels like an uphill battle against a tide of disillusionment. Watching supposedly awaken healers being played by narcissistic behavior and not escape the cycles of abuse in their own lives. Knowing that if you don’t break that pattern you are just sending that energy to their clients. It's not my job to call out people by name and go into conflict on social media. So I watch in silence not supporting these so called teachers and just pray that the audience wakes up when they are ready. So they can be the best version of a healer that they can be! It is still painful to watch and be aware of.
I see it so clearly, many are awakening to truths about the world but remain asleep to the truths within themselves, and more importantly the teachers that are playing them with false hope and straight out lies. They wonder why their healing journeys feel endless, not realizing that real transformation starts with facing their own shadows and stepping into authenticity. The 1st step is what you allow yourself to consume and where you get your inspiration from. As I said it's not my job to point the people out, but it is my job to bring up the situation so that it could plant a seed and maybe help them find the truth on their own!
This year has broken me in ways I never thought possible. I’ve carried invisible wounds, faced unbearable pain, and nearly lost myself in the chaos. But I didn’t give up. I picked up the pieces, day by day, moment by moment. And while the road has been anything but easy, I’ve learned so much along the way. And I am financially broken due to all of it, I know at somehow or someway a path will open. We are always rewarded when we stay authentic to ourselves, God always steps in either by someone or a collection of people or even a situation that changes everything. There is always power in God to bring change.
I’ve learned just how strong I truly am, even when I doubted myself the most. I’ve learned to forgive myself, for the times I settled, for the times I forgot my worth, for the times I let others take more than I could give.
This year has taught me resilience. It’s taught me that even in the darkest moments, there is light. And while I may still be healing, still fighting, I know I am growing. I am not defined by my struggles, I am defined by how I rise above them. I may not have the money or things I need, I have love and light and that out ranks everything else!
So here I am, battered but not broken, weary but still standing, broke but not poor, grateful for the lessons and the love that have kept me going. To those who have supported me, who have stood by me, who have seen me through, that really supports me unconditionally and with love and not fakeness I see you, I thank you, and I love you.
And to myself, I say this, You survived. You grew. And I am still alive, that is worth celebrating.
Be Blessed Beautiful Souls
Love you! ❤️ 🪬🌻
The Unique TonyaLe
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