For a long time, I was searching for someone to tell me how to fix what felt broken in me.
When I was 19, I flew to India chasing healing through ashrams, teachings, and ancient wisdom. I studied relentlessly. I learned from gurus, midwives, herbalists, medicine women, and mentors across traditions.
And still, underneath all of that seeking, I was carrying the same ache:
My body didn’t feel fully safe to live in.
My cycle was painful.
My sexuality held shame.
And a part of me still believed healing lived somewhere outside of me.
That unraveling became an initiation.