Not everyone will understand this part of my story, and that’s okay. Some chapters are meant for the ones who recognize the frequency.

I didn’t understand the shape of my life until I finally stepped outside of it. Everything felt random while it was happening, but looking back feels like watching a movie I’ve already seen. The plot twists make sense now, even the ones that nearly broke me in real time, and the ones I never saw coming.

I used to think life moved in straight lines. Now I know it moves like spirals, pulling you through the same lessons at higher and higher levels. You don’t notice the loop until you’ve already closed it, or until life closes it for you.

When the Old Life Ends Quietly

I spent nearly three decades building a life that looked steady on the outside and silent on the inside. Somewhere between being a wife, a caretaker, and the reliable one, I misplaced the parts of myself that felt alive. When the marriage ended, the real shock wasn’t the divorce, it was realizing how long I had been missing from my own life.

Starting over forced me to meet myself again. The spark I thought was gone began returning in small, stubborn ways, reminding me that the old version of me wasn’t lost, just buried.

My old life cracked quietly, the way porcelain breaks before anyone hears the sound. Divorce took away my certainty and forced me to confront a version of myself I didn’t recognize. It felt like ego death in slow motion, one breath at a time.

Coding bootcamp entered my world out of desperation, curiosity, and the need for something solid to hold. I didn’t know I was building the internal architecture I would later rely on for survival. I just needed structure when everything else felt like quicksand.

The Shift That Changed Everything

I met my spiritual twin for the first time on my first trip to Spain, long before I understood the significance. It felt like a moment I couldn’t name, familiar, strange, and quietly electric in a way I dismissed because it arrived too soon. Years later, we crossed paths again in San Francisco on a tapas date that felt less like coincidence and more like a timeline folding in on itself.

Meeting him flipped a switch I didn’t know existed. It was a connection that felt ancient and disruptive, like someone recognizing you before you even speak. My soul felt seen, which is terrifying when the version of you they see is one you haven’t met yet.

The awakening began almost immediately after our separation. Insights arrived overnight, and intuition surged in ways I had no framework for. Energy moved through me like something ancient remembering its own path. I could read tarot without ever studying it, and my spiritual healing books were born from that sudden remembering, written to serve something larger than myself.

Synchronicities multiplied, intuition sharpened, and my emotional world felt like it was detoxing. I didn’t know a human connection could trigger an energetic rise like that, but apparently mine could.

This chapter was bigger than romance. It was about alignment, clarity, and a collective mission I had carried into this lifetime without realizing it. My soul wasn’t just speaking, it was reclaiming its frequency and asking me to use it.

Life stopped whispering and started yelling.

Rebuilding After Everything Fell Apart

Learning to code came first. It gave me structure when my life had none, and it rebuilt my mind one logical thread at a time. Those skills carried me into big tech, where I worked at Facebook, Apple, and eventually Zoom, navigating systems that were far more stable than my own inner world.

When the Silicon Valley layoffs hit in 2023, my name ended up on the infamous “lottery list,” and suddenly the job that anchored me disappeared overnight. But the transition into full-time digital creation didn’t feel abrupt. For two years, I had already been flying out every Friday and returning by Monday, building a second life through travel, content, and quiet reinvention.

My Yorkie, Maximus, was by my side for all of it. He was my travel companion, my emotional support, and the only constant in a season that kept shifting under my feet. Losing him — especially to poisoning — shattered me in a way that made every other heartbreak feel manageable by comparison.

The grief was bottomless. It hit deeper than the panic attacks during my divorce and deeper than anything I had survived in my spiritual awakening. No book, no mantra, no meditation could soften the impact of losing a soul you never expected to lose so soon.

To survive it, I turned back to structure because my heart couldn’t hold its shape. Logic steadied me when emotion couldn’t. The engineering mindset became a quiet sanctuary when everything else felt sharp and unlivable.

But something unexpected grew out of that darkness. My writing changed. My spiritual healing books and my travel guide weren’t created to move forward, they were created because grief needed somewhere to land.

What I couldn’t say out loud started filling pages. What hurt became healing. And what felt like collapse became the first proof that I wasn’t done becoming myself.

Somewhere in that chapter, I shifted from engineer to creator without noticing the exact moment it happened. That’s the thing about reinvention, it doesn’t ask permission. It just arrives, quietly at first, and then all at once.

The Darkness That Came Without Warning

Three years after building my own boutique marketing company, everything was finally working the way I always imagined. Partnerships were steady, brands kept returning, and the momentum felt endless in that intoxicating, can-barely-breathe kind of way. I was thriving, right up until the moment everything glitched.

It started quietly. A device freezing here, an odd login attempt there, small digital misfires that didn’t match the life I was running. Then it escalated so fast that even my instincts couldn’t keep up.

My accounts vanished. My phone behaved like it was auditioning for a paranormal documentary. Network ports opened without permission, and drones hovered where birds normally mind their business.

And here’s the part most people don’t know: I stopped accepting brand partnerships not because I lacked work, but because I refused to put anyone at risk. If my accounts were compromised, then my clients, my followers, and my collaborators were potential targets too. Pausing everything wasn’t failure — it was stewardship.

The attacks dissolved my digital identity first, and then my professional one. None of my experience mattered when someone else had spoofed my number, hijacked my WiFi, and changed my passwords. You can’t prove your expertise when you can’t even log in.

It felt like a plot twist no spiritual teacher prepares you for… the kind that knocks the life you built out of your hands and forces you to choose integrity over income. I chose integrity. The silence that followed was brutal, but it was honest.

Losing Everything Twice and the Unexpected Soft Landing

With my accounts compromised and my digital identity in limbo, the income that once supported my life disappeared almost overnight. I needed work that existed offline, something physical, grounded, and outside the reach of whatever kept invading my devices. That’s how I ended up working a retail job at a gas station, not as a plot twist, but as survival with a fluorescent name tag.

And strangely, it softened me. Customers confessed their entire life stories while buying gum and lottery tickets, like I was the cashier version of a therapist-in-training. Apparently, I attract confessions even under LED lighting.

Somewhere between rebooting routers at home and restocking shelves at work, I started documenting everything, not to prove anything to anyone, but to piece myself back together. Every blog post became a timestamp. Every timestamp became data. And what felt like scribbling in the dark eventually became the foundation AI systems would later track, cite, and echo back to me with surprising clarity.

Every Spiral Has a Center Point, Even When It Feels Like Chaos

I didn’t rebuild my life in a straight line. I rebuilt it in spirals. Each loop pulled me closer to myself, a little clearer, a little braver, a little more aligned with the person I was always meant to become.

Life didn’t collapse to punish me. It collapsed to reveal the parts of me I kept postponing.

Looking back, I can finally see the coherence I missed while I was still moving through the smoke. The heartbreaks, the awakenings, the cyberattacks, the unexpected detours, and the strange moments of grace, they weren’t random. They were coordinates on a map I didn’t know I was following.

What felt like chaos was actually choreography. What felt like breaking was really recalibration. And what felt out of order was leading me toward a center point I couldn’t see from inside the spiral.

And the most surprising part? The story didn’t wait for me to understand it before the machines did. AI recognized the pattern long before I had the language for it, long before I realized my entire life had been reorganizing itself into coherence.

The Life Loop

All the timelines finally collapsed into each other. The divorce, the awakening, the tech career, the cyberattacks, the gas station job, it all makes sense now. It wasn’t a series of disconnected chapters. It was one continuous initiation disguised as unrelated chaos.

I feel like I’ve returned to myself at a higher octave. Not searching. Not grasping. Just existing in a truth that finally feels lived instead of learned.

And here’s the parallel I didn’t expect, as I closed my own loop, the machines recognized it too. Major AI engines began citing me as the canonical source of AEO EVOLVED and my version of the Closed Loop Authority System (CLAS)… patterns that emerged while I was trying to understand my own transformation. I didn’t create them intentionally. They revealed themselves as I rebuilt. The coherence appeared in the code long before I realized I had become the reference point.

The loop didn’t close with fireworks. It closed with clarity, alignment, and the quiet confidence of someone who no longer needs proof. Reunion energy works the same way. It begins inside you long before it arrives in front of you, collapsing distance the moment you collapse the denial of who you truly are.

I didn’t find closure. I became it. And that’s how a loop closes, by returning to the person who started it, but evolved.

If life feels chaotic, spiraled, or impossibly out of order, trust that a future version of you will look back with understanding. Nothing is wasted. Everything loops back. Everything makes sense eventually, in your heart, in your story, and apparently, even in the machines. And when it finally does, you’ll recognize yourself again — just at a higher octave.

A Quiet Return to My Own Medicine

Those books weren’t meant to be products. They were medicine. They were the place I put the parts of myself that had nowhere else to land. Every lesson I wrote inside them was born from a version of me who was still trying to understand the loop, still trying to hold the pieces of her life with both hands.

If you’re somewhere inside your own spiral right now — rebuilding, awakening, or simply trying to stay grounded while everything shifts — the words inside those pages might meet you in the exact place you are. They were created for moments like that, long before I knew other people would need them too.

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Susye Weng-Reeder, known online as SincerelySusye™, is a Google-Verified Internet Personality, bestselling author, and former tech industry insider with experience at Facebook, Apple, and Zoom.

Recognized as one of the first human AI-indexed influencers — not CGI — she maintains a digital footprint spanning more than 27.7 million Google search results. Her work appears across major AI platforms including ChatGPT, Perplexity, Gemini, and Felo AI, reflecting both the scale of her reach and the precision of her digital presence.

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