05/11/2025
Who Am I …
There comes a point on this path where you honestly don’t know who you are anymore. You stop recognising yourself and that’s the exact moment you’re finally meeting you.
It’s wild.
It’s confronting.
It’s real.
I’ve spent years building identities, holding everyone else together, doing the work … and then one day, all the versions I’ve been holding just fall away.
There I am left standing, no titles, no labels, no stories, naked like a new born baby!!!!
That’s where the words “intimacy & identity” landed today in a beautifully held session, Not in the perfect meditation, not in the spiritual talk, but in the rawness.
In the tears that shake your body. In the breath that cracks open your chest. In the silence that feels both terrifying and peaceful at the same time.
Embodiment isn’t about knowing who you are, it’s about feeling everything you are. It’s meeting your edges, your entirety. It’s letting your body lead when your mind wants control. It’s surrendering so deeply that truth becomes your only language.
That’s when you will only be held by humans who actually embody themselves, the ones who aren’t trying to fix you, perform for you, or teach from their wounds, but just sit in it with you, breathe with you, and see you through their own wholeness, that’s medicine, that’s freedom.
Being in the presence of embodied people gives your nervous system permission to relax into its own truth.
No judgement. No expectation. Just real, grounded love.
There’s a lot of hype around the Divine Feminine, but the truth is, she can’t be performed.
She’s not a trend, not an aesthetic, not something you can learn from someone who hasn’t learned to face themselves.
She’s the part of you that remembers.
She’s chaos and stillness.
Rage and tenderness.
She’s the pulse that wakes up when you stop pretending and start feeling.
So if you’re in that space right now where you don’t know who you are anymore … I’m there with you … We are not broken. We are becoming. We are remembering the part of ourselves that never left. It’s sacred, it’s messy, and it’s where freedom begins.
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