The overthinking still runs. Modelling every conversation before it happens. Replaying it for hours after.
I spent more than ten years trying everything.
Self help. Books. Affirmations. (At one point I even covered my entire house in positive affirmation post it notes.) CBT. A spiritual phase that brought relief, until it didn’t. Two bouts of depression. Years of binge drinking. A long, quietly exhausting corporate life that looked fine from the outside.
I understood myself better than most people I knew. And I still felt fundamentally flawed.
I’d read another book and think “this is it.” Try the practice for a few weeks. Feel something shift. Then watch it slip away again. The same quiet question underneath, every time.
What’s wrong with me?
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What actually moved wasn’t a book, or a technique, or another insight.
It was sitting with my teacher, Gaia Pollini, in a quiet room in Italy. And finally feeling something I’d spent thirty five years pushing down.
Not because of what she said. Because of how she stayed. Steady, unhurried, while my body did what it had been waiting to do.
That’s the work. That’s what these four weeks are.
Not another framework. A walk. With someone who’s been where you are. Until what’s underneath has room to breathe.