I traveled to Ghana in March of this year with Queen Afua and some other amazing souls.  Everywhere we went, we were met with an “Akwaaba” or “welcome home”.  Those words filled a deep void inside me I didn’t know existed, but felt deeply as tears dropped from my eyes as the plane landed amidst visions of red clay dirt in Accra.  The pilgrimage to the continent deepened me into another, equally important journey–the road to returning home to myself.

As I deepen into my freedom journey, I decided to do something I never do: share my process as I walk that path..