A Somatic Journey of Healing, Root to Crown

It began the day I taught my first yoga class—a water cleansing ceremony, a ritual that felt ancient and new at once. I guided others to wash away what no longer served them. But little did I know, my own body was ready to let go and cleansed. Something hidden, waiting to rise.

The Knees That Faced Inward

A few days after the class, I noticed how my knees turned inward, like a small girl trying to keep her legs still, afraid that her hips might sway and attract attention.
She didn’t want to be made fun of.
So she learned to shrink.

But as I pressed down through my pinky toes, my walk changed.
Warmth rose from my hips like sap in spring.
Shame melted into motion.
This was root chakra work.
This was power returning to the earth of me.

The Shoulder That Leaned and Ran

Then I saw how I always leaned into one hip, left shoulder slightly higher—my running posture.
The posture of escape.
Of bracing.
Of always being ready to pivot.

It was fear, dressed in everyday tension.
But I stood tall, and the fear softened.

The Neck That Turned Away

And then came my neck.
Always turning to one side, squinting my left eye, jaw clenched—especially around food.
I hadn’t noticed it before. But now it was obvious.
This was the face of anger, refusal, defiance.
Maybe of being forced.
Of not being allowed to say “no.”

As my neck realigned, my left eye relaxed.
I could see again—not just outwardly, but inwardly.

"Neurons that fire together wire together."

In my yoga teacher training class on subtle anatomy, I saw the phrase that unlocked a whole memory archive:

“Neurons that fire together, wire together.”
The body is always learning, even from fear.
Especially from fear.

The Cold That Traveled Through My Body

Suddenly, one morning, I felt a wave of cold wash through me.
And I remembered: Japan.
I was in Grade 8 or 9, lost on a school trip. Everyone disappeared while I was upstairs buying ice cream. I came down, and no one was there.
I was terrified. Abandoned. Alone.

That same trip, I had my first panic around money—losing a hotel key, being told I might have to pay for it.
Confusion, shame, helplessness flooded my system.
It never left my body.

Until now.

Writing to Money, Finding My Father

I began writing a letter to money. But halfway through, I realized—I wasn’t writing to money.
I was writing to my dad.

Money, to me, had always carried his face:
Supportive but pressured. Loving but anxious.
His calculations became my shame.

But when I spoke to him recently, I saw:
He’s safe. He’s human. He’s always had my back and supported me in the ways he knows best
And that realization changed how I feel about money.

“Money won’t punish me. It’s not scary anymore. It’s family.”

The Tightness in My Belly

I got curious instead of afraid when my stomach felt tense again—tight, knotted.
And I remembered something I had buried:
In Grade 2 or 3, I fainted in gym class.
Right before it happened, a sharp pain hit my stomach.
For years, I thought it was just low blood sugar.

But now I see—that pain wasn’t physical. It was emotional.
A loss of control. A crack in safety.
And ever since, my body believed that pain = collapse.

But today, I see it clearly.

“I take care of my body now. I eat well. I move. I rest when I need to. I don’t need to push.”
My inner child no longer has to panic. I as an adult, is holding her.
There’s no collapse waiting.
Only life.

When My Words Were Torn

I was just a child when The Sims game came out, and I wanted it more than anything.
My dad asked my to write down 10 reasons why I wanted it. So I did. I poured my heart into that list—some funny, some thoughtful, all sincere.

But when I handed it to him, he didn’t even read it.
He ripped it in half and threw it in the trash.

That was the moment I felt deeply disrespected.
I screamed. I felt heat flood my body. I was rage about being discarded. Not heard. Not seen. Not honored

this moment wounded two sacred centers in me:

Throat Chakra – where our voice lives. It was my truth that got torn.

Solar Plexus Chakra – where self-worth and personal power reside. I wasn’t seen as an equal. I felt small, humiliated, dismissed.

Ever since then, every time I sense disrespect, my nervous system sees it as threat to my identity
I’m reacting as the child who had her words torn apart.

This is not just a trigger.
This is a sacred wound.
And the rage has been my protector, standing guard for years.

“Hear me. Respect me. I matter."

She has me now.I see her. I believe in her 10 reasons.
I believe she deserved to be listened to.
I believe she still does.

So maybe I’ll write them again. Just for her.
I’ll put them on my altar.

Because now I know:

“I am no longer someone who begs for dignity.
I am someone who honors it in herself, always.”

From Posture to Organs to Energy

This healing is unfolding in layers, in perfect divine order:

1. My knees softened—I no longer hide.

2. My hips realigned—I no longer run.

3. My shoulders released—I no longer carry what isn’t mine.

4. My neck opened—I no longer avoid the truth.

5. My belly breathed—I no longer fear my own power.

6. My throat opened—I no longer fear of speaking my truth

And I know this is just the beginning.

I Trust the Shifts

555 keeps keep showing up in my life recently, In numerology and angel numbers, 555 means: Massive change is unfolding.

I’m shedding old structures that no longer serve my soul. Even my physical body, I lost 8 lbs in about a month

Freedom is calling. It’s not just physical freedom, but emotional and spiritual. I’m being guided to create a life that aligns with my true frequency

It’s time to trust action more than perfection. 555 is a nudge from the universe saying:

“You’re ready. Don’t wait. Flow into the unknown, become the ocean” 🌊