08/05/2025
"The Wound Beneath the Skin"
A journey of healing beyond the visible
For years, Anaya lived with an uneasy rhythm—her body whispering warnings she didn’t know how to interpret.
Month after month, the pattern repeated itself. Painful, heavy periods. Recurring fibroids. Cysts that came and went like uninvited guests. Lumps that would disappear only to return somewhere else. She visited doctors, took tests, changed diets, tried medications. Her gynecologist, though kind, finally said what others hadn’t:
"Your body seems to be carrying more than just the physical. You might want to speak to someone—psychologically."
It sounded strange at first. What did her uterus have to do with her mind?
But deep down, Anaya knew.
She hadn’t known rest in years—not mentally. Her thoughts were never still. Especially around the idea of childbirth. The very concept of giving birth filled her with panic. She already had one beautiful child, and while everything about the pregnancy had been medically smooth, she had lived through it in mental chaos—dread, fear, tears for no visible reason.
So she began counselling, just to see if she could quiet her mind. But we as counsellor sensed something deeper—trauma not just stored in memories, but woven into her subconscious.
They decided to try subconscious therapy, specifically Past Life Regression(PLR).
What unfolded was both surreal and painfully real.
In the dim calm of the therapy room, guided gently by the therapist’s voice, Anaya found herself in another time, another life. She saw herself as a woman dying during childbirth—bleeding out, alone, terrified. She had a child already, a son, and the anguish of leaving him behind shattered her even as she lay dying. The resentment, the helplessness of abandoning her family, and most of all—her son—became the emotional scar that never healed.
That trauma didn’t end with that lifetime. It carried forward, embedding itself in her womb, showing up as fear, resistance, and bleeding in this life.
But now, finally, she saw it.
Over a few sessions, she acknowledged the pain of that past self, offered her forgiveness, and made peace with the unfinished story. She held her, mourned with her, and released her.
And then, something miraculous happened.
The next cycle came—and it was different. The bleeding, which had once been relentless, softened. The pain eased. Her mind, once haunted by the fear of losing control, felt calm for the first time in years.
It didn’t vanish overnight, but it healed deeply. Clearly.
Five months later, her Gynaecologist was stunned by the reports—fibroids shrinking, cycles regulating. But what surprised Anaya the most was her own relationship with her body.
She no longer feared it. She trusted it.
Because sometimes, healing doesn’t come from treating just the symptom—it comes from finding the wound buried beneath lifetimes.
And Anaya had finally found hers.
