Meghan 

I was born in the Philippines and adopted as a baby into a large Catholic military family. From an early age, I learned what it meant to be the outsider—the only adopted child, the one who looked different, the one who learned quickly how to blend in to survive.

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I was conditioned to become someone who upheld appearances. To stay quiet. To be agreeable. To be devoted to the church, the family, and the image of the “perfect” military wife and mother. Dressing the part. Speaking only when spoken to. Pretending trauma didn’t exist. Being of service to everyone else while slowly disappearing from myself.

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On the outside, I did everything “right.” I had the family down to a T.
On the inside, I was unraveling.

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Years of unspoken abuse, suppressed pain, and playing a role that pleased everyone but me nearly destroyed me—physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Staying silent almost cost me my life. And at some point, I knew: the cycle had to end. Not just for me, but for the generations coming after me.

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I chose to do the work myself.

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That choice led me inward—into meditation, yoga, body translation, somatic awareness, Human Design, Gene Keys, and energy work. Not as tools to “fix” myself, but as pathways to remember who I was beneath the conditioning. Over time, I pieced together practices that actually worked for me. They didn’t just shift my perspective—they transformed how I lived, how I related to my body, my emotions, my nervous system, and my spirit.

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I found my way back to myself.

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As a mother to children ranging from 4 to 22 years old, I understand how easy it is to lose yourself again—to fall back into old habits, self-abandonment, and survival mode. Motherhood has a way of magnifying every unresolved wound, but it also offers the greatest invitation to heal.

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The greatest gift we can give our children is not perfection.
It is embodiment.
It is authenticity.
It is showing them what it looks like to be fully, unapologetically yourself.

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We lead by example—not by sacrificing ourselves, but by reclaiming our identity. As a mom, choosing yourself is not selfish; it is revolutionary. It changes families. It changes lineages.

This work—deconditioning, somatic healing, and embodied awareness—is how I support other mothers in finding their way back home to themselves. Not by telling them who to be, but by helping them remember who they’ve always been.