Türkçesi Aşağıda 👇 One day, I went to see an excellent craniosacral therapist for my insomnia and the long list of other things my nervous system had decided to collect. At some point, she asked me this question: "How do you rest?" I laughed. Not politely. The kind of laugh you give when someone suggests Father Christmas is real. I keep hearing about this magical thing called "rest". People insist it exists. They say things like, "I spent the afternoon just being." Just being? My brain does not come with a "just being" setting. It comes with tabs. And more tabs. And a few secret passageways that open at 2 am."How do you rest? This question stuck with me because it revealed something I hadn't considered: I didn't know how to rest. Not really. I knew how to collapse. I knew how to crash. But rest? That was a rumour. I never believed I was tired. Why would I be? I was certain I could outwork gravity itself, as if bottomless energy were...
Türkçe'si aşağıda👇 Carl Jung said: “Wounded healers bring deeper empathy, patience, and acceptance to their clients.” I didn’t just learn this, I lived it. Through collapse. Rebirth. Silent cries. I met trauma not in theory, but in raw, unrelenting life. And I learned: Transformation doesn’t come from knowledge. It comes from being seen. From connection. From surrender. From deep listening to the self. There’s no single method. No fixed map. We are all different, and we all need different paths back to ourselves. No one else can walk your road. You are not here to fix or carry others either. Healing isn’t about handing over your power, It’s about standing fully in yourself, without waiting to be saved. Don’t give your will to anyone. Because no one can rescue you. No one holds the key to your becoming. And the moment you stop outsourcing your truth is the moment your absolute path begins. I’ve learned this the hardest way. My life has been cracked open and rebuilt...