I Host A Podcast

In 2016, my daughter, Shiloh Rae Marie Ellis, passed away. She was 8 months old, and I was twenty-one. My entire life shattered by her loss, I fell to bits. I found rock bottom, the pits of despair, fallen to the abyss of sadness and grief, but eventually made my climb back towards the light of day.

I asked myself how I could translate all the anguish and pain into a positive gift for the world to ensure that all that I was going through wouldn't be for naught. I remember one day thinking about how it would be so great to have an outlet, a place where my voice could be heard.

I needed to know that I was going to be okay. As a young adult set to carry out the rest of my life with the burden of losing my infant child, how could I? The pain hit me in ways that are so incredibly deep and profound.

The idea of having my own podcast show gave me a spark; passion, the fire that lights from within our bodies, ignited by the power of our souls energy validating the commencement of our truest desires.

From early childhood to current times today, I have witnessed my family being torn apart time and time again.

Feeling that I have slipped and fallen through the cracks, my podcast has become a way share my voice and give others an opportunity to share theirs as well.

I want to make an impact on the world, to be a positive influence for everybody. I want to make the world smile, touch hearts and give others hope.

When I was going through tremendous emotional suffering, I needed to know that I was going to be okay.

I host a podcast because I wanted to show the world that you can make it through the other side of trauma, life is in your control and it is what you make it. You control the world. The world doesn't control you. When I originally thought of this idea, I didn't call it a podcast. It was very simply supposed to be two people talking on camera about their past traumas, what they have been through, and what they are doing to heal, to spread the message that we can all fall down in life and we can get back up. It is possible.

When we are so hurt; we don't want to be alive, we feel that the only escape from the pain is suicide. My wish is that hearing the stories of others who have walked similar paths and persevered can give others just enough hope to hold onto another day.