I was not saved by teachers or techniques—I was broken open by life itself. Through fire, loss, and the kind of darkness that strips you to nothing, I met myself at the altar of my own existence.

In the most terrifying moments, I would look into my own eyes and find what cannot be destroyed: the vast, mysterious presence that lives beneath every wound. I have died many times—to illusions, to who I thought I was, to everything I clung to—and each death became the ground I stand on now.