No one is coming to save me

“No one is coming to save me.”

I need to say that out loud because I spent most of my life waiting for someone to.

For years I was in and out of jobs. Depression hit me and I didn’t even have a name for it then. I just knew I couldn’t hold things together the way everyone else seemed to.

I found some stability. Then I left it. Back to part time. Back to uncertainty. Back to surviving.

I finally landed something solid — a position with an international beauty company. I worked hard. I showed up. I gave everything.

Then they retrenched me.

So I started over.

I joined a direct sales business in the beauty industry and built it from nothing. For 16 years I trained, travelled, led, and poured myself into that work. Over 30,000 women across Asia came through my training rooms.

From the outside it looked like success.

From the inside I was exhausted.

I was carrying teams, solving problems that weren’t mine to solve, holding everything together while quietly falling apart inside.

At home it was the same story.

I was married for 13 years. I paid the bills. I fixed the problems. I carried the marriage on my back while telling myself this was just what love looked like.

Then my father got sick.

He never told us how serious it was. By the time we knew, it was already urgent. I watched him sit quietly through dialysis, week after week, never complaining once.

Then one night the nurse called.

He didn’t make it.

I woke my mother up. I arranged the funeral. I identified his body. I handled everything nobody else could face.

Then I went back to work.

Because that’s what I always did.

Then something shifted quietly. I was travelling monthly with my sister — she was generous enough to cover the hotels because honestly I was broke — and God spoke to me clearly.

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I didn’t fully understand why. I just obeyed.

Then Covid hit. Everything stopped. It was one of the hardest years of my life.

Then my famine season began.

The direct sales business I had built for 16 years collapsed around me. The income I had depended on disappeared. Everything I had structured my life around was gone.

I was starting over. Again.

But this time something was different.

Because somewhere in all the loss — the divorce, my father dying, the business collapsing, the broke seasons, the depression — I finally stopped waiting.

Stopped waiting for a man to choose me.

Stopped waiting for a business to save me.

Stopped waiting for someone to finally see how hard I had been working and reward me for it.

Nobody was coming.

And that truth — as painful as it was — was the most freeing thing I ever faced.

Because the moment I stopped waiting to be saved, I started writing.

Five books. A methodology built from 17 years of real experience. A consultation that has helped women across Asia, the US and the UK finally understand why they keep abandoning themselves — in love and in life.

Not tactics. Not scripts. Not “make him miss you” strategies.

Just truth. Pattern recognition. Identity work.

The kind of work that actually changes something.

If you’re in your own famine season right now —

Rebuilding after a career setback.

Grieving someone you lost.

Successful on paper but exhausted inside.

Wondering why you keep giving everything and receiving so little back.

This is not the rest of your life.

But nobody is coming to hand you the map.

I work with women privately through my RESET consultation — one focused hour where we identify exactly what pattern is keeping you stuck. No therapy. No generic coaching. Just precision clarity on what needs to shift and how.

If this post found you at the right moment — it wasn’t an accident.

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— Julia Shantal

Style & Reinvention Expert

Author of 5 books on identity, relationships and self-abandonment”