The Breath Taught Me How to Come Home to Myself

This blog is dedicated to my nephew (in my picture), who at 24 years old, during a challenging relationship breakup, embraced Breathwork and allowed himself to be supported emotionally. Watching him slowly face parts of himself and family wounds that many people avoid for years touched me deeply. It gives me hope to see younger generations becoming more open to healing, vulnerability and emotional awareness.

And this brings me to my own story...

For many years, I thought my chronic stress, burnout and panic attacks came purely from the pressure of my corporate life. The constant movement between countries, high-pressure environments, restructures, long hours and the feeling of always needing to perform and hold everything together. And yes, this lifestyle disconnected me deeply from myself. But much later in life, through Breathwork and inner work, I discovered there was something much deeper underneath it all.

A mother wound, a core wound around emotional abandonment and not truly feeling at home anywhere.

Not physically abandoned, but emotionally. It was a subtle feeling that stayed with me throughout most of my life. A feeling of searching for home in places, relationships, achievements, travel, work and purpose. Trying to create externally what I could not fully feel internally. My nervous system never truly felt settled, even during moments that looked beautiful from the outside.

And when the body lives like this for years, constantly adapting, coping, staying strong and functioning, eventually the body begins to speak louder. Mine did through anxiety, exhaustion and eventually a complete breakdown at 38 years old. At the time, I thought something was wrong with me. Today I understand the body was communicating something the mind had disconnected from a very long time ago.

Breathwork was one of the first modalities that allowed me to stop running from myself. To stop trying to think my way through healing. Because healing is not only mental. The nervous system carries our history too. The body remembers what the mind tries to override.

What I have learned over these years is that many women carry this silent grief. Women who have spent years nurturing others, holding space for partners, families, work, clients and responsibilities while quietly abandoning themselves in the process. Especially during major life transitions and menopause, the body often starts speaking more clearly because it can no longer carry the same load in silence.

The breath taught me softness. It taught me safety. It taught me that healing is not becoming someone else, but slowly returning home to yourself, maybe for the very first time.

BREATHE. HEAL. TRANSFORM.® - Work with the Body, not just the Mind!