Moving to a Foreign Country Alone
At some point, I lost my ex to substances and was no longer the man I once loved. I knew there was no turning back, and I needed to save my life again.
I get asked this question more times than you can imagine:
"Why did you move to Tulum?"
I typically respond, "It's a long story, but I felt a pull to be here to further my healing journey." It is no surprise that I was called by the land – as I am amongst many who are. The truth is that the ending of my relationship last year in October destroyed me.
I felt lost. I was angry at my Higher Power; I was mad at myself. "How could I have gotten here after all the healing I had done?" I thought I was free from aligning with shit that no longer served me, yet there I was, in turmoil. I clung to friends, to my program of recovery, and the hope that I would someday be okay enough to date again.
Then, on New Year's Eve, I was reminded of how dark things could get. Communication between my ex and I commenced, and it turned into the most horrific experience I have had with anyone. I no longer wanted to be sober or alive. I was in so much emotional pain that I did not know where to turn. At some point, I lost my ex to substances and was no longer the man I once loved.
I knew there was no turning back, and I needed to save my life again.
During my breakup and months prior, my best friend kept insisting I return to Tulum with him. Since I was desperate for healing, I booked my flight for January 13. There was hope for me yet. The week that followed my arrival was everything I needed. I explored the land and began my healing process.
After my second week and moving into an adorable studio apartment, I knew I had to stay. I soon began to feel like myself again. Then, one day, I got home from dinner and realized my heart wasn’t broken anymore. Just like that, it was a moment that changed my life. There was an example of true healing, of how I picked myself up off the ground and did for me what I needed most – returned the love I so freely gave.
Even though I began this journey angry at myself, I realized this experience was necessary. I do not regret my experiences, and if I had to do it all again, I would. What I discovered was a gift that birthed Cultesh. I spent 42 days in Tulum nurturing myself and creating my most extraordinary project — a one-on-one coaching program to guide women through the shadows and heal with Self-Worship™ rituals. It became my purpose to be for others what I always wanted for myself.
The time came when I had to return home to New York. I knew flying home would be temporary because my new home was calling me. I spent three months working hard as a Recovery Coach, selling my furniture, and packing every summer item I owned.
On June 6, I finally made it back. I was home and so thrilled to be here. Since my arrival, I have continued to work on myself. The turnaround time from hard lessons to a plan of action has been incredible. You see, here in Tulum, I have access to my superpowers. And while that may sound silly, it's true. I can transform my darkness into magick. This gold is my superpower.
It has been four beautiful months here, and I do not plan on returning to New York to live. As a healer, an intuitive, a tarot card reader, and a spiritual coach, my calling has brought me to Tulum, and here is where I shall stay until my Spirit Guides call me elsewhere in the world. My experiences have made me grateful for my new life. I am forever a student of this land.
