I got sober, built a business, and still felt broken. Because I hadn’t healed the belief underneath it all: I’m only worthy if I’m needed. This isn’t just a story about dysfunction—it’s a wake-up call. Beliefs aren’t thoughts. They’re survival strategies etched into the nervous system. If your life is built on a belief, what belief are you building it on—and is it time to rebuild?

I used to wear confusion like a hoodie—comfortable, familiar, and a great excuse to not decide. But confusion isn’t a flaw—it’s your nervous system slamming the brakes. The truth? You don’t need more clarity. You need more trust. In yourself. In your body. In your next step. This blog walks you straight into the fog—and shows you how to find your way through it.

Born on Friday the 13th, I called on Loki to show me the truth—and he did, with a vengeance. This isn’t a feel-good piece about healing. It’s a raw, mythic reckoning with shadow work, grief, and the lies we tell ourselves to survive. From anxious attachment to repressed rage, this is what happens when the Trickster God answers your call—and why the only way out is through.

He kept chasing sparks in other people’s windows, mistaking warmth for permanence. Always halfway moved in—bags packed, heart open—before the door was even unlocked. If you’ve ever lost yourself in love trying to feel safe, this story is yours. It’s about anxiety, attachment, and finally building a home inside your own skin.