I'm a quiet woman with fire in my belly and a lust for life.
Living with self-abandonment turned out to be one of my greatest gifts, though it felt bloody awful at the time.
You know that feeling? When you say "yes" but mean "no". When you shrink back to keep the peace. When your stomach grinds or your ribs tighten like a vice when you want to scream "This isn't who I am!". Your body battling to get your attention; to pull you back to yourself.
The little me who was bullied in primary and secondary school, became the people-pleaser. So desperate not to upset anyone - so desperate not to offend anyone. Caring too much about what other people thought of me, and abandoning myself.
The teenage me developed self-doubt at every turn; low confidence, low self-worth and perfection issues that invaded every cell in my body.
I ignored the mental and physical signs that crept up on me, trying to lead me to live in my truth.
By my mid-twenties I'd had enough of feeling out of control. I became obsessed with figuring out why I felt so hopeless all the time. So I dove deeply into understanding psychology, modern and traditional spiritual practices, quantum physics and gut health (which helped defeat my depression and sky-rocketed my intuition). Then emotional and nervous system bodywork.
I clocked up hundreds of hours in personal therapy and research. I travelled solo to the jungles of Latin America to sit with plant medicines, trained with incredible holistic practitioners, and then, synchronistically landed here — in beautiful Bali, the third big 'chapter' of my life.
And the one thing I’ve learned so far and wish to share with you, is this...
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