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From Broken to Queen

  • Fiona Roddy
  • Jun 11
  • 2 min read

She was only nine when her childhood was stolen.


Her uncle, a man trusted by the family, shattered the world she thought was safe. There were no screams, no rescue. Just silence. The kind that wraps around a child and teaches her that pain must be hidden, that tears are wasted, and that no one is coming.


She grew up in survival mode.


Each day was a battle. With herself. With the memories. With the emptiness of not having a mother’s arms to run into or protection to rely on. Loneliness wasn’t quiet—it screamed in her mind every night.


Anxiety gripped her chest like chains. Depression dragged her into darkness. She hurt herself in places no one could see. Food was both punishment and comfort. Love came in the form of control, abuse, and gaslighting. One toxic relationship followed another, each one echoing the same message: You are not worthy.


But something in her—small, soft, but fiercely alive—refused to die.


She began counselling. At first, she barely spoke. Then she wept. Then she screamed. Slowly, she unraveled years of silent suffering. She met herself with compassion, one painful layer at a time.


She hired coaches and counsellors who believed in her when she couldn’t. Who held space when she fell. Who taught her to get up not because she had to—but because she deserved to rise.


She learned to breathe without fear.


She discovered that calm was not boring—it was revolutionary. That peace was not weakness—it was power. That stillness didn’t mean being stuck—it meant being free.


Day by day, she reclaimed her body. Her voice. Her worth.


She stopped apologizing for taking up space.


She started loving the woman in the mirror. Not for being perfect—but for surviving, healing, and rising again and again.


Today, she walks like a Queen.


Not because her past disappeared, but because it no longer defines her. She wears her scars as jewels—proof of a life rebuilt with intention and grace.


And now, she helps others rise.


As a coach, she guides women back to their hearts. Back to their bodies. Back to peace. She holds them as they cry. She cheers them as they bloom. She teaches them what she had to fight to learn: You can turn pain into power.


She is a survivor.

Half Woman Half Warrior Delicate and Strong


And this—this is her reign.


WHAT THEY BUILT AFTER

I am now a wellness coach helping people who have suffered something in their lives to rebuild themselves.

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