The Day I Stopped Digging.. I was spending crazy money on weekly coaching sessions. Sitting there every week, trying to mentally untie all the knots. Trying to understand where I was still going wrong and why my life wasn't adding up...

I Spent Two Decades Trying to Fix Myself. I've read every self-help book. Done every form of therapy. Seen psychics, healers, shamans. I've tapped, manifested, affirmed, and positive-thought my way through life. Here is what I have learnt…

Our role is not to break through the glass with force, but to cultivate the trust that allows us to be gently held, moved, and guided.

Pain, in all its forms, isn't asking us to eliminate it as quickly as possible. It's asking us to listen, to understand, and to respond with awareness. It's inviting us into a deeper relationship with ourselves—one based on attentive care rather than avoidance or suppression.

In the depths of our collective numbness, a truth emerges: We've become unwitting players in an elaborate game of emotional manipulation. Each day, we're bombarded with information designed not to inform, but to inflame – to keep us trapped in a perpetual state of outrage and victimhood. This isn't by accident. Those who benefit from our division have mastered the art of keeping us emotionally distraught, too consumed by our own righteousness to see the bigger picture.

In Jewish Mysticism, or Kabbalah, each letter of the alphabet carries its own energy. When parents name their child, that name holds their essence and the energy they will bring into the world. My parents named me Haia, which means life force. On a Kabbalistic level, it represents the energy that flows through us, making us feel truly alive.