For a long time I lived in chaos I didn’t know how to hold. Anxiety. Overwhelm. Energy that didn’t feel like mine. I talked about it. I read the books. I listened to the teachers. I still felt stuck.
What I needed was not more information. I needed a way to feel what was happening in my own body, without handing it to someone else.
So I started making that for myself.
The more I practiced, the clearer things got. I could see patterns faster. I could tell what was me and what wasn’t. A steadier peace showed up. Not because I collected another system, but because I stopped abandoning myself.
I still use tools. I don’t worship them. The knowing had to become mine.