MY PERSONAL QUEST FOR WHOLENESS
Years ago, I sat in therapy, carrying pain from my ancestors, my childhood, and my adult life.
I wanted healing. I wanted wholeness.
But the more I searched through conventional approaches, the more fragmented I felt—like something essential was missing.
Years later, now a therapist myself, I saw that same longing in my clients. We weren’t broken individually—we were hurting together, from a much deeper wound. I realized that true wholeness wasn’t just about personal healing. It was about remembering that we belong to something bigger.
We belong to a living, breathing family of life.