Sarah Saxby | The Soul Rehab Project™.

For the first fifty years, I had an identity. I was a worker. A mom. A wife. Busy. Running errands, doing what people do.

That person doesn’t exist anymore. I faced things I never wanted to confront, and something in me changed that I don’t have words for.  Any word I use would diminish what actually happened and what actually remains.

My life is quiet now. Quiet enough that I can finally access the book that was always inside me — the book of all answers, of all there is. When I have a question, it opens, and the answer is there. I haven’t yet reached the last chapter, but every day, another page is revealed.

My credentials are what I have survived and what I came here to do.