This August, I celebrate not just another year — but a sacred homecoming.
Forty-nine marks seven cycles of seven — a spiral of transformation, remembrance, and becoming. This birthday isn’t about doing; it’s about presence. About loving the woman I’ve become not despite the wounds, but because of them. From ambition to burnout, from self-forgetting to deep belonging, I return now to my body, my breath, and my truth — honoring every version of me who walked through fire so I could remember my light.

After two decades in corporate life, I found myself burned out, anxious, and quietly unraveling inside. Motherhood cracked something open in me — not in a way that broke me, but in a way that let the light in. This is the story of how Reiki, hypnotherapy, and deep inner healing guided me back to my truth, and why I now hold space for others returning to themselves.

A personal reflection on injury, stillness, and the spiritual unfolding that came with surrender. This journey of healing has softened me, reshaped me, and reminded me that true strength often begins in the pause.