From Blind Obedience to Breakthrough: My Journey to True Freedom

Grateful for a New Day

As I wake up each morning, grateful to God for a new day and a clean canvas to paint my life on, I reflect back in wonderment at how blessed I am to live the life I have now. Sometimes, I am moved to tears in gratitude.

Remembering the Shackles

Looking back, I see how blind I was to what my life—and I—could have been all along. I think of how many people are still living shackled to something hidden just beyond their perception. What drives so many around the world to live so sad, detached, and empty?

We get up, grab a bite (sometimes), go to work 8, 16, 20 hours a day, grab a bite (maybe), come home, and crash. I remember that cycle early in life until my body gave out, driven by the orders of someone else like a ticking clock, dreams and aspirations fading, just punching in and out.

Conditioned Blindness

We’re conditioned to blind obedience:

• To family, in the name of love.

• To authorities, in the name of being a “good citizen.”

• To faith traditions, believing we are righteously wicked yet innocently sinful.

• To financial systems, enslaving ourselves to debt in the name of ownership.

We become blind observers of our own lives, drowning in a conditioned blindness while desperately wanting to be free.

What It Takes to Find Freedom

For me, finding freedom required a long, excruciating, burning-to-the-ground-and-rising-anew five years—and it was worth every effort.

I reached a point of desperation, seeking therapy, where my ever-so-clever therapist slowly and compassionately removed the blindfold I didn’t know I was wearing. The reality was raw, painful, festering—a putrid stench from wounds I had ignored.

How did I get from there to here?

Escaping the Old Life

I checked out of the life I knew. I escaped my family, went into hiding, lost friends, encountered new adversaries, and held on by threads. But I knew if I didn’t, my life would end.

Three faithful companions helped nurse me back from the brink. When I regained strength, I realized no one was coming to save me. If I didn’t face my fear of living, I would remain a victim—and that is not a life worth living.

God’s Timing and the Climb

God placed the right people and organizations in my path at each stage of growth. I didn’t take a single moment for granted. I climbed and climbed, rejoicing even at seeing the base of the mountain. I kept climbing.

Now, I am past that mountain, beginning my journey into the mountain of 10x—ten times the potential I ever believed possible.

Living Beyond Survival

What has this done for me?

✅ I no longer identify as a victim or even just a survivor.

✅ I refuse to enslave myself to others’ ideals of who I should be.

✅ I praise God daily for breaking the glass ceiling over my life and helping me find freedom, true identity, peace, joy, and love for what they truly are worth.

Join Me on the Climb

My journey is not over—and I invite you to come along as I continue to climb.

Grab the ropes and start your climb. Join me in building a life beyond fulfillment and into the 10x.

~Serenity