I used to think healing from trauma was mostly about understanding what happened to you. If I could just map out the origin story—the neglect, the betrayals, the abandonment—I’d be free. I devoured books like The Body Keeps the Score, Waking the Tiger, and Healing Developmental Trauma like a detective looking for the missing piece […]
For most of my life, I thought of breathing the way most people do—as background noise. Inhale, exhale, repeat. Automatic. Unremarkable. But somewhere along my journey—on the edges of therapy, inner work, and spiritual practice—I stumbled into something deeper: breathwork not as a function, but as a tool. A key. A portal. Ironically, I didn’t
What started as a health experiment became a spiritual practice. Like many people, I first came to intermittent fasting because I was curious about its physical benefits—weight regulation, improved energy, and better focus. What I didn’t expect was how it would quietly reshape my relationship with food, with time, with hunger… and ultimately, with myself.
