For a long time, I lived disconnected from myself constantly strong for others, but silent about my own pain. I carried grief, hormonal shifts, and emotional scars in my body until it began to speak louder than I did. My healing began when I finally slowed down, listened within, and rebuilt safety in my own nervous system, not through force but through compassion, softness, and truth. That journey taught me the power of presence not fixing, not advising, but witnessing without judgment. Friends and even strangers started opening their hearts to me naturally, and I discovered my gift: helping people feel seen, safe, and less alone in the parts of themselves they’ve been afraid to face. Now, I hold space for others the way I once needed gently, honestly, and with deep respect for their pace and lived experience.