🌪️ From the Storm to the Light ☀️

Not long ago, I was walking through a storm so dark I thought I might not make it out. I lost my way—emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I left home with an ungrateful heart, took for granted the deep blessings of this life: my kids, my twin flame, my family. And I fell… hard.

But something deep inside me kept whispering:

Keep the faith. This isn’t the end.

I hit rock bottom—homeless, heartbroken, drowning in the pain of trauma and the aftermath of the choices I made. I lost control. I hurt the person I love most. I lost touch with the father I want to be. I saw the worst parts of myself reflected back, and it shattered me.

But sometimes it takes being shattered to finally see clearly.

I now understand. I see the pain behind my actions. I see the wounds—mine and hers—and how they danced with each other in a way that hurt us both. I carry deep regret for the harm caused, and I carry a deeper devotion to becoming the man I was born to be.

🙏 I’ve started making amends—with my mother, my sister, and with myself.

🙏 I’m on the path of making amends with my children, who deserve a present, loving, and conscious father.

🙏 I’m deeply grateful for my twin flame—for the mirror, her spirit, her strength, her fire—and for the chance to reignite the light between us with healing and truth.

🙏 I feel an overwhelming gratitude for the love of my sister, my mother, Angelica, my daughter, and my son. That love carried me when I couldn’t carry myself.

🙏 I’m reclaiming my path. Rebuilding. Planning a future where I show up as a grounded man, a present father, a safe and loving partner.

I share this not for sympathy, but as a declaration of healing.

If you’re walking through the fire—don’t give up.

There is redemption. There is rebirth. There is love beyond the storm.

And I’m walking toward it now—with open eyes, a humbled heart, and fierce devotion to my soul family.

💛 One step at a time. One prayer at a time. One act of love at a time.

Much love to all who are still in the storm. You’re not alone.

—Patrick