I was searching for some spiritual way to get out of the fog, and like a miracle along came Kundalini!
I discovered very quickly how powerful this practice was. For the first time I realized the connection between the body's wisdom, raised consciousness, and heightened awareness. I knew this was going to be my journey towards liberation.
Grief doesn't go away unless we work with it.
My loss continued during the breakdown of my marriage when I lost both of my parents. At this point I could have spiraled into the darkest of places. It took courage and commitment to not fall apart.
I made a conscious decision to explore my emotions rather than hide them away, to create a compassionate and forgiving relationship with myself, to really allow the grief to be part of my growth. I wanted to raise my kids to understand emotions and to be able to express themselves.
And then, through the deep work of IFS and somatic maturation, something profound began to happen.
I started to meet all the parts of me that had been working so hard to keep me safe. The part that pushed love away. The part that stayed hypervigilant. The part that believed betrayal was inevitable. I began to see the "someone" I had created to survive—a composite of protective strategies, inherited fears, and adaptive behaviors that were never really me.
Through maturation work, I learned to distinguish what was mine and what wasn't. The fear that felt so much like my own truth? Much of it belonged to a story that began before I took my first breath. The sense of betrayal that colored every relationship? It was protection born from pain I had absorbed but never created.
Only when I could truly see these parts—honor them, thank them, and understand their purpose—could I begin to dissolve and soften into my own existence. Into my own self.
This wasn't about getting rid of parts of me. It was about integration. About allowing the protective "someone" to finally rest, knowing she had kept me alive long enough to find my way home.
Of course, there was blood, sweat and tears along the way. Losing parents and getting divorced is NOT ever going to be plain sailing. But I know, hand on heart, there is a way to rise again.