Why I Don’t Want to Be Told I’m Just a Baby

I’m 22. People love to remind me of that. “You’re just a baby.”

They say it with a laugh, as if I don’t know what life is yet. But they don’t see the hurricanes I’ve lived through. They don’t see the diagnoses, the addiction cycles, the grief, the betrayal, the endless hunger and the healing.

I’ve built businesses. I’ve cooked for 50 people at retreats. I’ve cleansed homes with Rainbow detox systems. I’ve led sound baths by the ocean and poured my whole soul into herbs, food, water, and prayer.

I’ve also cried myself to sleep wondering why God gave me this weight so young.

So no — I am not “just a baby.” I am an old soul in a young body, here to preserve what most people have forgotten. I am childlike in wonder, yes — but not childish in wisdom.

And maybe that’s exactly why I can see what others can’t.