My time in Mazunte was emotionally intense, and instead of feeling lighter, things started to feel like they were getting harder. My life became completely consumed by personal growth—therapy . . .

When I first arrived in Mazunte nearly two months ago, I was at a crossroads—fresh from a breakup, lacking a clear sense of direction, and at the beginning of my healing journey. I didn’t know what to . . .

A few months ago, I found myself living in a rustic cottage in southern Mexico, heartbroken, disoriented, and unsure of who I was anymore. I had just moved to Mexico, was navigating the end of a long . . .