29/11/2025
She didn’t come to Bali to be “calm.”
She came to feel.
To remember.
To reclaim the parts of herself she buried so she could survive.
Anger isn’t the enemy.
It’s the messenger.
The protector.
The part of you that rises when you’ve been quiet for too damn long.
And in this moment…
before the roar,
before the shaking,
before the tears
she met her power.
Not the pretty, filtered kind.
The primal kind.
The kind that shakes the ground under your feet and says:
“I’m done carrying what was never mine.”
This work isn’t about being soft or polite.
It’s about clearing the pressure your body has held for years.
The rage you swallowed.
The boundaries you swallowed.
The truth you swallowed.
Sometimes healing looks like screaming into a mat in the middle of the jungle
because your nervous system finally feels safe enough to let go.
This was not a breakdown.
This was a becoming.
And watching a person step into that?
There’s nothing more powerful.
