Hello, I'm Debbie Jayne.

​You see, I had a bit of a rough start. My reality as a child consisted of a lot of abuse, which was regularly disregarded by family and by authorities. The abuse was in many forms: physical, emotional, and psychological, as I experienced the fight-flight response daily throughout my developmental years.

 

Though I didn’t understand it at that time, I was both an Empath and a Highly Sensitive Person. As you can imagine, the abuse was unbearable. It got so bad that my mom helped me pack and move out at the age of 15 in an attempt to give me the safety she couldn't provide me with. Being out of the house and maintaining more responsibilities than most by that point, I had become my own authority.

 

It was no wonder that by 22, I’d be diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and ADHD. It wasn’t until then, that I began seeing one counselor after another, though venting never seemed like enough. On the contrary, I left my appointments fully aware of my fears and my hardships, but without any answers as to how to make them better.

 

Instead, I was put on medication with side effects so severe that oftentimes it made me feel worse than before I’d ever begun taking them. Suicidal ideations became a regular thing, with plans of “next steps” being made available with the slew of medications they kept tacking on. I knew that I needed help of a different variety.

 

I understood that my issues weren’t chemical, at least, not until “they” helped add it into the mix. I, instead wanted to learn how to manage my stress and deal with my depression. My struggles came from real life issues that I felt had real resolutions, though focus was rarely applied by any of these medical professionals.

 

All I knew was that I needed guidance to learn coping strategies so that I could create a solid foundation for myself, instead of continuously building on unsteady ground. My self-destructiveness combined with my many hardships eventually spiraled so out of control that I ended up without a job, found myself homeless again, and therefore unable to afford health or wellness assistance of any kind. I continued to struggle a great deal longer trying to navigate through territory I had no concept of understanding, even with three years of psychology courses under my belt. Life continued on.

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Slowly, I started to make some progress through self-awareness practices, like reducing the negative self-talk and paying attention to how I felt around certain people, or participating in certain activities. But soon I'd begin seeing the light, even after I’d receive a few more life changing diagnoses, which coincided with the death of my abusive father.

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About a year after, I suffered a traumatic and violent assault where I was blamed for being drugged and repeatedly told by police that I “consented” to a sober assailant. I wasn’t believed by those that I felt close to, having been such an outspoken person and he being “the quiet type.” I was scolded by the security guard after arriving at the hospital for “being out late,” as if I was the one at fault. And I had to “play nice” with detectives that refused to test my blood samples or even allow me the ability to pay for them out of my own pocket to get answers I felt I deserved.

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This event would forever change who I was as a person, stripping me from the little innocence I had left, which I had naively believed existed in others. It forced me into realizing that sometimes you just can’t trust people to do what’s right, when it conflicts with what’s easy.

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Although I had every right to go back into the depression that I so rightly deserved, I continued taking part in many self-destructive behaviors, as I navigated through systemic corruption, dissolution of friendships, and internal struggles with my sense of self,  my faith, the betrayals that ensued and a great deal of loss.

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I fought to find my place in this world again, knowing that I couldn’t allow any more of my life to be stolen. “The darkness” had already taken over two decades of my life. Years that I will NEVER get back. And I absolutely refused to let it take any more of it- or any more of me.

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In trying to recover answers, I inadvertently induced alcohol poisoning trying to recall the events of that evening. This led me to endure another life changing trauma where I’d fight for my survival once again- this time after a medical procedure pushed my body and my physical health into becoming immunocompromised.

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Everything after the procedure went wrong and became an elongated near death-experience which would serve its purpose in helping me understand basic nutrition and common health complications, as well as assisted me in clearing out the trapped energy, rage, and anger that I still held within me. It also pushed me towards deeper layers of inner healing and spirituality in ways that I could not have imagined.

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I spent over a year fighting to live, as I continued to deteriorate to the point of seeing the hollows of my eye sockets and my ribs protrude from my chest. This was all while living in an unsafe living environment (little to no light, bad insulation with heavy smoke coming in from a neighbor’s weekly trash-burning, a lack of clean water, indoor pests, and the inability to obtain organic and healthy foods where greasy fast food and BBQ dominate).

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I was being forced to choose life on a daily basis as I fought off dissociation and psychosis during a time my therapist was away taking seminars and furthering her education. Being in South Texas, many of the medical specialists I was scheduled to see, weren’t always able to keep their appointments being double booked in multiple locations all at the same time. (I’m still unsure how many of these places continue to stay open with “practices” like this.)

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I had to learn to focus on what I was able to control with so much being beyond my control or even within my realm of understanding. As my brain continued to cope with continual (nonepileptic) seizures, being woken up from my heart having its own anxiety attacks (with developing sinus tachycardia), and learning to rebuild a completely dismantled gut while lacking community and stability, I had to figure out how to find happiness in a hell I could not escape. And I had to figure out how to live again.

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I eventually got a handle on how to control addictive tendencies, adopted better health habits, found peace through self-awareness practices, and obtained control through organization, therapeutic recreation, and through my spiritual practices. Gradually I began reprogramming and reconditioning my behaviors, my thoughts, and my responses; and continued to follow-up my education with various trainings.

 

A few years and several certifications later, I am no longer just a survivor, but a WARRIOR who’s been able to shed the armor that once weighed her down. When I began intentionally putting everything together, I could never have imagined that it would lead me towards my purpose. With my previous educational background, my personal experiences, and my desire to help others, I became invested in creating FromWrecked2WARRIOR to help others in a way I wished someone could’ve helped me.

 

FromWrecked2WARRIOR  is so much more than a simple program. Personally, it’s become my lifestyle. I give much credit to this work for repeatedly saving my life, helping me heal my body, and for allowing my spirit to better connect (with everything).
 

Guiding others towards their happiness has always been its own motivation for me. As I continue to learn and grow never losing hope and keeping my faith alive, I continue seeking the light whenever there is darkness. I now find that I’m ready to teach others how to do the same through self-acceptance, self-compassion, and self-advocacy.

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Believe me when I say that you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Sometimes all one needs is another to believe in them, and the right guidance pointing you towards your light.

 

If you or anyone else you know needs assistance with managing their depression or anxiety, please feel free to reach out and make an appointment. No matter where you’re at on your journey, you don’t have to do it alone.

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Peace, Love, and Magic, 
Debbie Jayne