Five years ago today, as the world braced for lockdowns, I went out with some girlfriends for one last hurrah. None of us could have predicted what was truly in store—not just in the coming weeks or months, but for years to come.
I never feared the virus. Instead, I leaned into my holistic teachings and the trusted health professionals who prioritized real healing over CDC rhetoric. I understood the metabolic profiles of those at risk, and I knew my family didn’t fall into that category. Armed with supplements, oils, and natural medicinals, I felt prepared—though we never got sick.
Fear never took hold in our home. My kids’ lives remained largely unchanged because we chose to surround ourselves with others who lived without fear. We never locked down, never masked—except for me & my daughter’s masks made from lace and my husband and son’s cheesecloth version when compliance was required. That was as far as we were willing to go.
But what did scare me? The deep-seated fear in others—the ones who saw people like me as selfish super-spreaders. I wasn’t afraid of a virus, but I was deeply troubled by the division, the propaganda, and the blind trust in mainstream narratives. The stress and frustration hit me so hard that I developed shingles. Thankfully, I had natural antivirals on hand, and it passed quickly. But that moment was a turning point. I realized I couldn’t live in a constant state of anger—I had to channel my energy into something greater.
So, I turned inward. I discovered yoga, knowing I needed more namaste in my life. I delved into nervous system work, an area of healing I had never explored. While I had always felt confident in the physical aspects of health, I came to understand that the metaphysical side is just as—if not more—important when it comes to true healing.
I also took action. My kids and I attended rallies, school board meetings, and even made it onto the news. I signed petitions, wrote legislators, and became an advocate for medical freedom. My kids weren’t just along for the ride—they were active participants. They proudly held mask exemptions at school and stood firm in their beliefs, becoming little leaders in their own right.
Through all of this, my children learned invaluable lessons:
✅ Leaders don’t always get it right.
✅ Questioning authority is not just a right—it’s a necessity.
✅ Freedom of speech must always be protected.
✅ Sometimes, standing for what’s right means standing alone.
At the time, I never would have imagined saying this, but that adversity made us stronger. I’m no longer on a holistic island—I’ve found my tribe. My family never wavered in our convictions, even when the easy path would have been to conform. And for that, I’m incredibly proud.
I’m also grateful—for the new friendships, the deepened wisdom, and the spiritual growth that came from it all. God had already red-pilled me before 2020, and because of that, I faced it all eyes wide open. Today, I have more peace, more light, and more love than ever before.
Now that the dust has settled and so many truths have come to light, I pray we never have to endure something like this again. But if I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing—because the person I am today is stronger, wiser, and more aligned than the woman I was five years ago. And for that, I am thankful.
Here's a compilation of pics & posts from that first year of covid that really resonated with me. Hope you enjoy! 🤩❤️
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