Built on Intent, Broken by Reality, Reborn by Choice

Like a Waterfall, I Break and Become

Dream. Break. Rise. With Intent

Self-reflection is a sacred pause—one that reveals more in silence than noise ever could.

In the stillness of my healing journey, something shifted. Maybe it’s what your 40s do to you—you start digging beneath the surface, searching for meaning, aching for purpose and leaving a legacy.

I began to ask: Who have I been thus far and who was I becoming in the decades to come?

Am I just living out old karma—or am I the karmic teacher in someone else's story?

When you walk into a networking event, more than your title, people want to know your story.
Why did you choose this path?
What led you to pivot toward something more humanitarian and heart-led?

As I shared mine, a young woman, barely in her twenties, asked a question that caught me completely off guard:
“What was your thought process when you decided to get married at 28?”

Shoot! That was a deep.

I answered truthfully. I married someone who was just as ambitious as me. My intent was to build a life with dreams, not diapers.

At the time, family wasn’t the driving force. It was the vision: owning my own ad agency, eventually living in New York City, where hustle was the only language spoken. And I thought—we’d do it together.

Trust me, I was ridiculed for it. Especially by the man I married.

I wanted to live the movie dream.
The starry-eyed girl leaving home to conquer the land of big opportunities.
Naive. Carefree. Hungry for success.
An ego-driven mission to prove to my parents why I had to leave.

Today, I guess the word for that version of me is delulu.

In a good way... or at least, that’s what I tell myself. Because sometimes, it takes a little delusion to believe in something bigger than what the world has planned for you.

Have you ever heard a teenager or twenty-something talk like that? With all that fire and none of the fear? I was her. And maybe, so were you.

Maybe, its the only way to live fearlessly.

When I got home, her question stuck with me. It echoed louder in the quiet.

Because it wasn’t really about marriage. It was about my intention. And how easily we confuse shared ambition with aligned purpose.

If you’ve read my other blogs, you already know—I’m no longer married. Yay me!

That ambition? Yeah, the same one I mentioned above. It came with a hefty price tag. Make no mistake, it’s not because I let my dreams get in the way or because my ambition was stronger than breaking my family and heart apart.

It’s because, what was once a shared dream slowly turned into a battlefield of egos, expectations, and power plays. The very ambition that was supposed to build our future became the wedge that tore everything down.

And while I’m all for accountability, let’s be real, sometimes the people closest to you are the ones who sabotage the very thing you’re trying to build.

Among all my strengths, the art of pivoting is the one that’s saved me time and time again.
When life knocks me sideways, I don’t just recover—I reinvent.

That’s always been my strength. When life throws lemons, I don’t just make lemonade.
I take lemon baths.
I alkalize my body.
I build a citrus empire if I have to.

Because… I am mighty f****** strong.
I RISE. Every. Single. Time.
Mentally unshakeable and always ready to face what’s next.

Does it kill me a little inside?
Yes. I’m human before I’m heroic.
But I show up anyway—every damn time.

Is it because I’m built different? Maybe.
Am I stubborn, desperate to learn my lessons the hard way? Maybe.

Or maybe... just maybe... the universe has its own intent for me.

And my job is to stop resisting, start listening, and trust the divine unfolding of my story.

My hope is to inspire you. My purpose is to pay it forward with my wisdom and lessons. If you feel lost, alone, drained and need guidance, I’m here to help and heal.

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