One conversation. That’s all it took to change everything. In an instant, the trajectory of my life shifted: the collapse of shared dreams, rhythms, and future plans. What followed was a period of intense . . .

For more than twenty years, I have lived a life in motion. Some chapters were brief while others were more stable. Each has shaped me in ways I’m still unpacking. This way of living has also fragmented . . .

My first month in Mazunte gave me a sense of clarity and calm I hadn’t felt in years. It set the foundation for a deeper exploration of modalities and practices that have helped me regulate my nervous . . .

The first few months after my breakup were rough. The grief, the process of rebuilding, and unlearning were disorienting. While I’ve gained a lot of clarity throughout this journey, it has also felt . . .

It’s been three months since I completed an 18-month trip around the world. A trip across five continents through coastal towns, mountain landscapes, remote areas, and major cities. This journey has shaped . . .

Something I’ve come to realize over the past five months is just how unpredictable healing can be. Some weeks feel like progress, and without warning you could be pulled back into old patterns . . .

Five seemingly simple words that my therapist shared with me early on in our work together, powerful words that continue to shape how I move through the world. They’ve stuck with me, because for most . . .

It was almost a year into our trip around the world. We were in Peru’s Sacred Valley for a month—a place meant for integration after a two-week retreat in the Amazon. A time for slow living, conscious . . .

Four months ago, my world drastically changed. It wasn’t the first time I’d been through a breakup, but this one hit differently. The care and tenderness lingered in a way that made letting go even harder . . .

Even a month into this new chapter in Puerto Vallarta, I still find myself sitting with a familiar feeling—one that shows up quietly, uninvited, and takes a seat at the head of the table: self-doubt . . .

Twelve months ago, I walked away from a stable career—one defined by predictability, recognition, and a sense of security. I didn’t know exactly what I was walking toward. But something in me knew . . .

There’s something standing in the way of me truly feeling my emotions and expressing them in front of others. At first glance, it might seem like I just don’t have the words to express myself . . .

The more I dig under the surface, the more I realize just how much of my own instability has been self-inflicted. For years, I saw it as something happening to me: always moving, never feeling settled . . .

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 . . .