Sanja

My first healing client was myself.

For years, I poured myself into yoga, meditation, positive affirmations, and intense spiritual practice. Yet, even in all that devotion, I felt incomplete. My light was dimmed. I could not reflect it back into the world, or back to those I loved. I felt like a guest in my own life, walking a path that was not entirely mine. Not in full grace. Not in full truth.

Then one day, a quiet knowing arose within me:
The years of running from my shadows are over.

I stopped.
I turned to face them.
I asked, Why are you still here? What is it you wish me to see?

And this is when my true healing began.

In my sacred space, I sat with them. I watched. I listened. I dared to enter the deepest, darkest corridors of my being—the places my mind had locked away. Again and again, I showed up. I embraced what I found. I trusted. I loved myself, without condition.

Over time, others began to find me. They carried their own shadows, their own longing for light. And so my journey as a healer began. The treasures I had gathered in my own healing became the gems I offered: tools for holding space, for creating safety, for helping others face what they had hidden. Together, we learned that when light meets shadow, there is no darkness left unclaimed.

It has been more than a decade since I began holding sacred spaces for personal healing sessions and in women’s circles. I cherish them with all my heart. I have witnessed magic take shape. Moments where the unseen becomes seen, where the lost return home.

I have watched people gather the scattered pieces of themselves and weave them back into wholeness. I have seen them stand in their bodies, present in their lives, breathing fully for perhaps the first time in years. I have seen them remember who they are—and love themselves, deeply, again.