23/10/2025
If you had met me fifteen years ago, you would have seen someone trying so hard to keep it all together, always busy, always searching for something that felt like home.
But underneath, I was running. Running from the ache I didn’t know how to name. Running from a body that never felt safe to be in.
Back then, I didn’t realise my addiction wasn’t about substances it was about escape. Escape from pain, from the noise inside my nervous system.
My healing began the day I stopped running. The day I allowed myself to feel again. It wasn’t pretty but it was honest.
Now, when I guide others through breathwork or bodywork, I do it from that same place — the knowing that we can return home, no matter how far we’ve wandered.
🕯️ “Thanks for listening — may this land gently wherever it’s needed.”