Hi dear,
Today I was moved by a story from Melissa Rose, who refused to give her life over to an MS diagnosis.
“Today, I feel better than I did before I was diagnosed.
Because I never owned a label that wasn’t true.”
— Melissa Rose
That line stopped me in my tracks.
Because I’ve lived it.
Back in 2019, I fainted out of nowhere.
I ended up in an MRI machine, and I’ll never forget the doctor’s face afterward.
He looked at me and said gently:
“I don’t like what I see. How are you still standing, my dear?”
What followed were months of poking, testing, and waiting. They were trying to confirm whether I had MS.
And in the meantime—I felt awful. Dizzy. Sleepy. Disconnected from myself.
I remember thinking:
“Well… I guess I’m sick now. That’s just how it is.”
But then I caught myself.
I realized: I had already started living like someone whose body was giving up.
I’d slapped a label on myself—Sick Person—before they even gave me one.
And I was using it to justify letting go of everything that gave me life.
No.
Absolutely not.
By then, I was already a year into my own energy work.
I had tools. I had client success stories. I knew the science and the soul of raising energy.
So I made myself a promise:
“I’m going to do everything I know to support my energy—regardless of what’s on the chart.”
And I did.
I became my own ally. Not in a hustle way—but in a care deeply way.
I gave myself a military-level structure—not to control myself, but to hold myself.
I went to bed by 10pm (I used to be a total night owl).
I walked every morning at sunrise to reset my hormones and fill my cells with light.
I meditated. I journaled. I did therapy. I built a calendar that supported me, not one I had to survive.
I had digital sabbaths. I did yoga. I simplified everything.
And within one month—I was a different person.
When the next round of tests came back, the doctor looked at me and said:
“You don’t have MS. We don’t know what it is. But you’re not going to die from it.”
To this day, I don’t have a name for what happened to my body that year.
But I know this:
My energy didn’t depend on a diagnosis.
It depended on me deciding not to be the kind of person who quits on herself.
And it started with rejecting the wrong label.
Sick. Lazy. Burned out. Broken.
No thank you.
So I want to ask you, with so much love:
What label have you accepted that no longer serves you?
Because you don’t have to keep it.
You don’t have to shrink to match a diagnosis or a season or someone else’s expectations.
You get to choose a new label. One that breathes life into you.
Choose: Energetic.
Even if you don’t feel it yet.
Even if your calendar doesn’t reflect it.
Even if part of you wants to roll your eyes and say “Yeah right.”
Because that’s the work I do with men and women every day.
We don’t just give you the tools—we build your capacity.
We help you remember what’s possible when you work with your energy instead of against it.
You don’t need to be “stronger.”
You need a new label—and a process to make it true.
And I can help. Just say the word.
With heart,
Olena Sadoma
