I started surfing at the young age of four – and when I was 14, I already knew I wanted to become a world champion surfer.
I developed a ferocious appetite to achieve this goal and assumed a brutal all-or-nothing mindset. I became blinded to everything else, and didn’t realise my sense of self-worth and identity were slowly becoming intertwined with my ambition.
I drove myself into the ground, year after year, sacrificing my health and wellbeing and pushing through pain. I placed unrealistic expectations on myself and projected those onto the people who had my back, compromising many relationships. In my eyes, that was what I needed to do to accomplish my goal.
In retrospect, I was trying to prove to the world – and ultimately myself – that I was deserving of love. These feelings originated from my abandonment complex after I was told I was adopted at eight-years-old.