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I Built RedAnt Rising For The Ones Who Have Been Told They Feel Too Much, See Too Much, And Keep Ending Up In The Same Cycle, Because That Was Me.

And I'm here to give you the map I never had.

I am Rachel Nordahl, an Empath Guide. I help women who feel stuck in cycles of emotional unavailability without the fluff or clinical jargon so they can finally break the cycles they inherited and understand how to receive genuine love in their lives.

What Do I Mean by "Inherited Cycles"?

If you’ve made it this far, you might be wondering what I mean by “inherited cycles.” And if you haven’t asked that question yet, you should ask yourself why. Within the spiritual community, we are told many things, from reincarnation, soul mates, and soul contracts to myths about angels and demons walking our realm, siphoning the very energy of those with empathic gifts. Religion tends to dismiss these sensitivities altogether, while modern science and metaphysics label them as psychic gifts.

Psychology, Science, and the so-called Universal Law Community brush past them as if they are merely heightened sensitivities that have no basis in reality. And yet you hear people talk about meditation, mindset, and self-talk as if these concepts are isolated, self-contained practices, as if they only hold meaning on their own.

Occasionally, these ideas cross paths, especially when people venture into Quantum Theory and discussions of the past, present, and future. They speak of parallel realities, of jumping between timelines and using energy streams to manifest new versions of life. The Law of Attraction tends to be the most popular of these ideas, mostly because it aligns with our natural desire to understand cause and effect. It fits neatly with the concept of mindset and overlaps well with self-talk. But what if I told you that while each of these concepts holds a fragment of truth, they’re still just fragments? And unless you merge them, you’ll never fully understand what you’re actually looking at.

And better yet, what if I told you that you don’t suffer from low self-esteem, as they say? That negative self-talk has far less power than they want you to believe? It’s not about controlling your thoughts or repeating new affirmations until something sticks. The mind can create new neural pathways, yes, but not until you master two things. And those two things are not as complicated as the world makes them seem.

When people talk about personal growth, they usually focus on internal work. They tell you to consume more content, to expand your awareness, to shift your mindset. But what if I told you that the perspective you actually need to shift isn’t internal at all, it’s environmental? That the most powerful change doesn’t come from thinking differently, but from being in a different field of influence, one that stops feeding your replay loop?


There are two primary attraction points in your life: YOU, and the ENVIRONMENT. Most “experts” will tell you the mind is in control. That if you can control your thoughts and emotions, you can shape your fate. But that’s a fallacy. The mind, whether subconscious or conscious, is not the control center. It’s the operating system. It absorbs input from the environment, responds emotionally, and then runs those emotional replays as if they’re reality. It doesn’t decide. It reacts. It doesn’t create. It loops.

So, How Do I Know This To Be True?

In 2005, I left my hometown and went to the desert to stay with my mom. I was homeless at the time, which wouldn’t be the first, or the last, time I found myself in a place where no one wanted me around. I had been told many times that I was emotionally exhausting. People tended to either pity me or try to save me from myself. But I didn’t need saving. What I needed was to be understood. To be seen. To know where I belonged and what was happening inside me, because I was starting to believe something might be wrong with me.

After a near-death car accident off Highway I-40 in Arizona, where I slid on black ice and bounced off a low bridge into a ditch with my five-year-old son in the car, my life turned inward in ways I didn’t yet have words for. That’s not to say the sensitivities weren’t already there. They were. But death has a way of shifting your perception, through sight, through hearing, through everything you think you know about the world around you.

It started with me creating wearable art as a form of therapy. It ended with a suicide attempt in a hallway of doors in Seattle, Washington.

I returned to California, addicted, rootless, and empty-handed. I had nowhere to go. I had just lost my best friend, who cut ties with me after my attempt. I was not just alone, I was untouchable. A living pariah. A confirmation of everything I feared might be true about myself.

That December, I got a phone call from my mother, who was living in Arizona. She asked me to come to the desert to heal. I didn’t know if I could trust her motives. But after being homeless and strung out for eight months, I didn’t have the luxury of caring why. So I said yes.

When I asked what she expected of me once I arrived, she said, “Nothing. Sometimes in life, doing nothing is something.” So I packed what little I had left to my name, and I went to the desert.

It Was Never About Sensitivity, It Was About What You Absorbed

Self-help typically tells you that you need community. And to expand on that, it tells you that empathic people seek solitude because they feel the world isn't safe, and so they isolate. Well, this is partially true. Empathic people, yes, will isolate, but it's not just that people are unsafe. That is only a small fraction of what is taking place.


When you're empathic, the world is filled with noise. Like an antenna for a radio station not fully tuned into its frequency, we tend to absorb all the energy in the room. Then it starts to leak out because the nervous system goes into overdrive and can't contain that much energy while trying to process all the data it just consumed. Filtering what is yours, what is someone else’s, and where to hold on and where to let go gets so entangled that you feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotions. Until you learn to ground yourself, it's all unfiltered noise, leaving you to feel suffocated by the presence of people around you. Being surrounded begins to feel like the loneliest of places. Everyone seems to feel they matter, and yet no one stops to look at you and ask if you are alright.

Indeed, empaths are constantly scanning a room, energetically and emotionally, to see where all the danger hotspots are. They naturally and unconsciously create baselines for those around them, and the slightest deviation in behavior or tone sends red flags to the nervous system that danger is present because something just shifted.

It is also true that empaths mirror those in their surroundings. We are told this is how empaths become people pleasers and care more about what others need than themselves. But this is not based on factuality.

When we are children, we naturally absorb energy. We exist in the frequency of theta state, which is the state of absorption. It is the child’s natural state to mirror their surroundings and those within the environment to survive, because they are still too small to survive on their own.


The part no one tells you is that if the environment during childhood is unstable, unsafe, or chaotic, like mine was, It creates distortion. In my case, I was raised by two narcissistic and severely traumatized adults, surrounded by friends and family riddled with addiction, mental illness, abuse, and absolutely no language for what they were going through.

That kind of environment doesn’t just allow bad things to slip in. It becomes a breeding ground for misalignment, an ecosystem that nurtures fragmentation within a child who is still in the process of forming their identity.

And when that happens, something inside of them begins to splinter, becoming fractured. The child’s sense of self that is still developing becomes distorted. They lose touch with the natural coherence of who they are. Instead of becoming whole, they become a distorted reflection, shaped by the chaos.

You end up with one of two outcomes: heightened sensitivity, which we call empathic. Or dulled-down sensitivity, what we call Narcissistic Personality. Yet only one of these outcomes made it into the DSM as a clinical diagnosis.


Empaths are labeled "Highly Sensitive Persons" and categorized under psychic abilities in specific communities. In recent years, some have tried to conjure the theory of a "Dark Empath" as a way to clinically diagnose an actual empath, or to explain erratic behavior that doesn’t fit the narrative of what a “selfless person” is supposed to look like.

Let’s pause and be clear: the DSM says "lacking empathy" when describing a narcissistic personality. This doesn’t mean they have no empathy. It means they learned to lower their sensitivity to survive childhood, and they carried that into adulthood.

So why am I telling you all this? Because, bluntly, it matters. And it matters because if you’ve made it this far, then something inside you

feels what I’m saying. You’ve spent most of your life attracting people who are not only emotionally unavailable, but emotionally incapable of loving you the way you need to be loved. You more than likely attract narcissistic personalities. And you’ve probably been told it’s because they seek you out to find a new victim to feed off of. That could not be further from the truth.

And if I’m wrong, ask yourself: why are you still reading?

What you sense when meeting a narcissistic personality. or vice versa, is the feeling of something familiar. They fit in all the right ways, and some in the wrong ways. But either way, there is a sense of belonging. A strong sense of feeling at home. It’s almost too easy to fall into them and lose yourself.

Have you ever asked yourself why?

Empaths mirror naturally. And what you’re both looking at, is a reflection. It’s human nature to move toward a reflection that feels so familiar, it might just be your own. When you combine the two personalities, you get a full picture of a wound from childhood, reflected back to you. It’s the other half of the story.

It’s the shadow self.

What If Mindset is Influenced By The Environment?

Stories Don't Define Us.

This is where I am supposed to tell you my stories and reveal all the messy parts so you can see yourself in my own stories. Too often than not, that is what mentors do. They reveal and show you their suffering with the hope that their pain will reach those who need to hear it and extend a voice to those who do not know how to articulate what they have experienced in themselves.

I have loved and lost more times than I can count. I have fallen and failed in the eyes of the world and those who have surrounded my life. More importantly, I have disappointed myself and let down my sense of self because I couldn't stop the spiral as I drifted into the darkness like someone so out of alignment I felt out of control.

I have been the martyr sacrificing myself for those who needed someone to blame, and I have risen to the calling of allowing those who needed to judge to bypass their self-reflection to project their pitfalls and so willingly took them as my own.

And I have done things that are beyond embarrassing and shameful even to myself that it brings tears to my eyes to even think about, let alone say out loud. And yet, I have shared my stories time and time again. If stories are what you are seeking, I have plenty all over the pages of social media wearing my flaws, like last season's elegant dress filled with confessions and reflections of the mind of a woman I once was and no longer identify with.

Two Truths I Have Constantly Found Myself Returning To.

Throughout all the shadows I’ve walked through, I’ve come back to two truths:

Solitude, chosen isolation, is necessary during transformation. And environment holds the key to everything we’re trying to understand but keep avoiding.

Even when grounded, you can’t see yourself clearly through the noise. True alignment happens in isolation, where you separate from what’s been leaking into your energy field. Your energy field reaches from fingertips to toes, and anything that enters it, people, conversations, music, books, even passing thoughts, can entangle with your sense of self.

That’s how you get anchored in loops that don’t belong to you.

This isn’t about raising frequency. It’s about restoring alignment to your natural frequency. And that doesn’t happen in groups. Like meditation, it’s a private act, reeling your energy back in, anchoring what’s yours, and finally facing the parts of yourself you’ve been avoiding.

When we talk about the Law of Attraction, like attracts like, everyone loves the idea until we ask: Then why do bad things happen?

People avoid the answer because the narrative says you’re the attraction point, so what happens to you must be what you unconsciously believe about yourself. But what if that’s only part of the truth?

What if the Environment impacts your self-worth more than any self-talk, conscious or unconscious? What if the Environment has its own frequency, and you absorb it? On a cellular level, the membrane, your cell’s outer layer, reads the environment and tells the nucleus how to respond to survive. Even when you remove the nucleus, the cell keeps responding to the environment. It doesn’t die. It adapts.

Same with us.

When we change our Environment, the mind collects new data and starts reprocessing. It has to re-assimilate, to decide how to survive in this new landscape. And in that process, it forms a new identity, one that fits the new Environment.

This is the part of manifestation no one talks about.

Everyone says, “Assume the wish fulfilled.” Embody the version of you that already has it. But how? The fastest way isn’t just mindset. It’s solitude. And it’s changing your Environment so your nervous system can actually believe what your mind is saying.

When we change our Environment, we feel the pull to find community, but before you reach for connection, you have to absorb the new Environment. That’s what realigns you.

The shift happens in isolation. In the stillness, the data hits differently. You take in new information, and it rewires your sense of self. You see yourself differently. You adapt to navigate safely in a new setting. And the outside world adjusts to meet the new you.

That’s how reinvention starts.

Because the past anchors us. People anchor us. They need you to stay who you were so their world still makes sense. But those attachments, to people, places, emotions, lock you into an identity you didn’t choose.

That’s why when you go home after years away, everyone feels frozen in time. They didn’t change the Environment. So they never changed themselves.

How Did I Close The Loop?

Three things happened all at once. My son came of age and decided to ride his bike across the country, from the desert of Arizona to Portland, Oregon, as his own rite of passage. That was the moment he stepped onto his path, and unknowingly, it pushed me onto mine. I became an empty nester overnight. Just me and his husky, alone with nothing left holding us down.

So I packed up the car, loaded the dog, and hit the road, not to escape, but to return. I created a YouTube channel, not to be a YouTuber, but to have a place to document what I knew would be the beginning of something. I set out to revisit the places and the people that I had either walked away from or never got closure with, the ones that left me looping in those painful “what ifs.” You know the kind… where you stay too long because you can’t let go until you

know

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I went back to walk through the old rooms and finally answer the questions I couldn’t stop asking: What actually happened? Was it them, or was it me? What did I miss? And why was I still carrying all of it?

Closure Happens When You Stop Waiting For Someone Else To Give It To You.

My time on the road was one of the most cathartic seasons of my life. I didn’t know it then, but I was being shaped into who I needed to become for what was coming, and I was finally closing chapters I had kept cracked open “just in case.”

With a new sense of self, curious, hopeful, and ready to understand why I was the way I was, I saw everything differently. I was in my late thirties, and the longest relationship I’d ever had lasted four months. Yet the breakups dragged on for years, always ending in ambiguity. No clarity. No closure. Just confusion I was left to interpret on my own.


I started to realize how men perceived me, how my appearance and energy gave them false assumptions about what I wanted or believed. I learned most people don’t speak directly. They tiptoe around the truth, hoping to slip away politely without ever having to say the quiet part out loud.


My emotional intensity scared them. It felt like confrontation when really it was just clarity. And the deeper I went, the sharper my language became, so sharp it left people speechless. Most don’t want to be the villain. They don’t want to reject you out loud, especially if they still feel drawn to you physically. Confusion feels safer if it lets them stay close without having to commit.


So one by one, I revisited the old relationships. Every time I got behind the wheel, I turned on the camera and spoke my raw truth, my thoughts, my feelings, my discoveries. No more maybes. Just me, getting honest in real time.

Heartbreak Wasn’t Losing People..

One by one, through the tears, the emotions started surfacing. Friendships I once held sacred were suddenly under question. People I had admired for years no longer held my attention the way they used to. And the men who once touched my heart so deeply, one by one, they fell from the pedestals I had placed them on.

The what-ifs and maybes no longer fascinated me. The only word that kept echoing in my mind was coward. And the one truth I couldn’t shake was this: the most uncomfortable place to be must be in the arms of something easy.

They weren’t just frozen in time, they were untouched by it. Revisiting them felt like walking through Neverland, and I was the only one who had grown. I was becoming someone new. Someone real. Someone of my own making.

Sometimes Loosing Is Winning

It was the end of 2015 when I got a phone call that would change everything. I was offered the chance to buy and renovate the original sushi bar in my hometown, an opportunity I wanted nothing to do with. It took multiple calls from multiple people pitching it from every angle before I finally said yes.

That yes brought me face-to-face with the very shadows I’d been avoiding, my family, my childhood, my estranged parents and siblings. It forced me to confront a narrative I didn’t even realize I was still running from.

The mind loops through transference, and sometimes, the universe hands you a second chance with the past to make a different choice.

That yes is the reason I’m here writing this right now. It’s the yes that cost me certain relationships, left me cut off from family, and it’s the same yes that opened the door for the man I still call my husband, nine years later.

Sometimes losing really is winning.

When You Recognize The Mirror

They always told me it would take a strong man to love a woman like me. But I learned to stop listening to people who didn’t have what I wanted. Their advice was always a map to their own compromises.

When Shane walked into my life on Valentine’s Day, 2017, I had already lived a lifetime of first dates and avoidance patterns, panic attacks and breakthroughs, catfishing and clarity. I was tired of half-truths and sugarcoated exits. I didn’t want games, I wanted real. And from the very start, Shane didn’t fit the mold. We weren’t each other’s types. We weren’t in the same world. But he asked for my number, said he wanted to hear my voice before wasting either of our time. That alone stood out.

He called, made me laugh, asked me out. I said yes. Then I saw the date: Valentine’s Day. I reached back out, and he said we could pretend it wasn’t a holiday. That was the beginning.

From the outside, we looked chaotic, like two people crashing into each other with unresolved shadows. But the truth was deeper. His flaws mirrored mine. His games were ones I’d played. His honesty was brutal, but it was real. Being with him felt like sparring with a younger version of myself. And somehow, we kept circling back.

He wanted friendship. I wanted a husband. I wasn’t going to play side character in a rotation of women, and I wasn’t going to settle. But still, we couldn’t cut the cord.

People didn’t want us together. His women made themselves known in odd, visceral ways. The connection between us made others uncomfortable. But we kept returning. And every time we did, something in both of us shifted.

I refused to play small. I stood my ground. I held the mirror up, to both of us. And in doing so, I saw myself. I saw where I was still looping. I saw what needed to change. I rose to the occasion. And so did he.

Eventually, he showed up at my door, asked for a do-over, and chose us for real.

Turns out, I needed to feel safe, seen, understood, mirrored but not manipulated. He needed loyalty, someone who wouldn’t flinch, who wouldn’t walk away. And that’s exactly who I am.

Everything I went through, every road trip, every closed door, every loop I revisited, every silent night of solitude, was making space. Every change in environment forced me to meet a new version of myself. I kept adapting, kept refining, kept taking accountability for the woman I was becoming.

And when I finally cleared out the noise, he arrived.

We didn’t fall in love. We rose to it. Because I changed my life by changing my environment, isolating long enough to feel it all, and letting the next version of me emerge before the past hijacked the future again.

Rachel Nordahl

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