I grew up Catholic, attending private school from kindergarten through twelfth grade, but began questioning my faith at an early age. By 21 years old, those questions spiraled into an existential crisis. I became jaded, nihilistic, and obsessed with trying on different religions and philosophies– desperate to find one that would guarantee I was “saved” or “correct” about why we exist. None satisfied me morally, ethically, or spiritually, and the search ultimately left me paralyzed by the sheer number of competing explanations. It wasn’t until I began meditating that I reconnected with something I had long forgotten– how wise, free, and unafraid I had been as a child. I remembered that life once felt effortless, magical even, and that I had understood the hidden world (or as I like to call it, the “velvet”) more clearly at four years old than I ever did at 30. I realized children aren’t uninformed minds waiting to be filled- they come armored with both a blank canvas and a built-in bank of intuitive wisdom, proving to be the wisest among us. My eventual healing from existential dread didn’t come from growing up, but from growing down. In short, my younger self saved me from my adult mind.
Today, I work as a pediatric Speech-Language Pathologist, supporting young children and children with special needs on their communication journeys. Ironically, I’ve learned more about wisdom, honesty, and presence from children who can barely form sentences than from most adults who speak fluently. I now believe that even the smallest of voices can carry the most healing, existential truths. Through my writing, including my growing Substack community, I help people who feel jaded and weighed down by existential dread reconnect with their long forgotten but exceptionally wise inner child. My ultimate goal is to guide readers back to a place of remembering. Because once we remember, we cease to dread.
