Winston Churchill
I’m a real person — someone who’s walked this life with all its wild, beautiful, horrific and messy twists and turns.
I know what it’s like to feel lost. To feel like I’m the only one questioning everything… or searching for something more.
This is my story.
Maybe parts of it will resonate with you.
And even if they don’t, I have a feeling — deep down — there’s something we already share. Scroll down to keep reading.
Let me walk in your shoes for a little while. Let me see what life looks like through your eyes.
Tell me the tough bits, the ache, the in-between. I’m not a mental health professional, and I can’t offer clinical advice. But I can be a friend. Someone who listens.
Someone who cares.
If you feel like sharing, I’m here. Just click below
I’d love to hear from you.
-Katie Pickard
Hi, I’m Katie. I’m a real human — a creative, wanderer, a misfit, and someone who’s lived many lives inside just one.
I spent nearly twenty years moving through what some might call the dark night of the soul — questioning everything: reality, society, God, myself. I lived through trauma, loss, and change over and over. I built things with my own hands, only to watch them fall. I tried to fit into a world that didn’t feel built for people like me — soft-hearted, soul-led, wild inside.
I’ve been a musician, an artist, a business builder, a teacher, a nurse and a real estate investor. I’ve learned languages, traveled through 48 countries, and lived in 9 of them. I’ve seen the deep beauty of places where people have very little but so much joy, love, living lives filled with smiles amidst having so little and surviving so much suffering.
I’ve witnessed the emptiness of the West where connection and community have been forgotten, where loneliness is rife in a world created to turn people into hamsters on wheels and cogs in a machine.
I’ve walked through bullying, physical, emotional, verbal, and a lot of sexual abuse.... the loss of my only child, the loss of friends over the years, divorce, betrayal, and the kind of grief that leaves you on your knees. I’ve had everything I’ve built taken from me, more than once. But somehow, I’m still here. Still building. Still creating. Still dreaming.
I chose to break away from an ingrained religion that told me who I couldn’t be and programmed me to believe I was something I wasn’t, creating more misery, psychological manipulation and spiritual gas lighting than peace for me. I pulled away from my closest friends and family born into this belief system in search of something more real and clear, less twisted, and I’ve found my own way back to spirit on my own terms.
And after all those years of looking — reading every book, scrolling every forum, trying every technique or system, searching for answers — I realized something.
I didn’t want a five-step program.
I didn’t want another fix or formula.
I just wanted someone to talk to.
Someone who would sit with me by a camp fire, barefoot, real, no masks — and see me.
Through all of it, I realized something that changed me:
We don’t need to be healed.
We aren’t broken.
We’re already whole — we’ve just forgotten who we are.
This world convinces us that we’re incomplete, that we need fixing, that we must put ourselves back together before we’re allowed to live fully.
But the truth is: the pieces are already here.
We’re not falling apart — we’re becoming.
Sometimes we just need someone to sit beside us and help us see it.
Someone to talk to. Someone who doesn’t offer a formula or try to fix us. Just a presence. A voice. A fire to gather around.
That’s why I created this site.
Not to give you answers.
Not to sell you healing.
But to give you space.
To remind you that you were never lost.
This is a journey of becoming.
Of gathering the parts that were always yours.
Of seeing yourself — fully, finally, clearly.
You don’t need to be anything other than exactly who you are.
You don’t need a three-step plan.
You just need to be seen.
So put your feet up.
Gaze at the stars.
And if you feel like talking, I'm right here.
With all my love and heart,
From the barefoot girl with seaweed and sand in her hair,
Who still believes and dances under the stars,
And who is reaching out her hand to you,
Come sit with me by the fire friend,
You are amongst fellow souls here,
Katie
P.S.
I spent years with no one to talk to — just endless websites to scroll and books to read, searching for answers and ways to make it through.
If you ever need someone, I want to be that friend. Truly.
I can’t bear the thought of anyone feeling as lonely or as lost as I once did.
So please, don’t hesitate to reach out.
You are never alone.
➡️ Write to Katie
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-Mooji
One in a Million
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