My Journey Through the Storm
There was a time in my life when I honestly thought I was broken beyond repair. I’d lie awake at night, not just sleepless, but haunted. My mind would spin stories that weren’t real, yet my body reacted like it was in the middle of a war zone. Heart racing. Chest tight. Trapped in some kind of invisible loop, I couldn’t seem to escape.
I wasn’t just tired. I was unravelling. Snapping at the people I love. Walking through the day with a fake smile and a stomach full of dread. I’d hit a wall — the kind you can’t climb over or push through, the kind that forces you to finally sit down and feel everything you’ve been outrunning.
So I did something I hadn’t done in a long time:
I stopped running. I turned inward. And I got honest with myself.
What unfolded after that wasn’t a neat, packaged plan. It was messy, sacred, and deeply personal. I didn’t follow a rulebook. I followed the thread of my own healing, moment by moment, breath by breath.
Some days, that looked like lying on the floor with my hand on my heart, breathing through the waves. Other days, it meant letting my body move — slowly, wildly, honestly — just to let the pain have a voice. I started drawing again, not for art, but for survival. I wrote the things I couldn’t say out loud.
And when I felt ready, I opened the door to plant medicine — gently, with reverence. Microdosing psilocybin helped soften the edges of my inner world. It didn’t fix me (because I wasn’t broken), but it helped me remember parts of myself I had buried. Later, I said yes to a Kambo ceremony, a sacred purge that felt like years of grief leaving my body in one sitting.
None of it was magic. But all of it was medicine.
Eventually, I started talking again — but this time with someone who held space for all of me. Not just my story, but my soul. Therapy wasn’t about fixing me. It was about helping me integrate the wild, messy, beautiful process of becoming.
This is what healing looked like for me. Not a straight line. Not a list of tasks. But a journey — raw, embodied, sacred.
Now, this is the space I hold for others.
I don’t hand you a checklist or a diagnosis. I sit with you. I feel with you. I walk with you through the storm, using the very tools that helped me find my way back.
✨ We breathe together when the world feels too loud.
✨ We move when words aren’t enough.
✨ We create when language fails.
✨ We explore sacred plant allies only when you’re ready — and never without support.
✨ We talk, yes, but more than that — we listen deeply to your body, your spirit, your truth.
If you’re in the thick of it — if anxiety has wrapped its arms around you, if trauma is whispering that you’re not enough, if your nervous system feels like it’s screaming at you — I want you to know: You’re not alone.
There is a way through. Not around. Not over. Through.
You don’t have to walk it alone.
📩 Email me at info@healthbysoul.co.za
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