This work — breathwork, somatics, the mind-body connection — didn’t just inspire me. It saved me.

For over a decade, I lived at the pace of Brussels politics: fast, high-stakes, relentless. I worked at the heart of EU decision-making, fighting for justice and human rights in a system shaped by power, compromise, and competing interests. I was a high-achiever, chasing success and recognition, pushing through, powering on — always performing, rarely pausing.

To survive in that world, I disconnected from my body. I lived entirely in my head, overriding every signal, every need, every cry for rest. Coffee replaced sleep. Pressure became purpose. My body was just a machine I expected to keep going, no matter the cost.

It took three burnouts and two autoimmune diseases for everything to crash.

I got ill, and for the first time, I couldn’t push through it. I had to stop. I had to listen to my body even if, by then I didn’t know how to. Of course, I could’ve numbed the symptoms with medication and kept going. But I didn’t want to just function. I wanted to feel. To live. To feel safe in my own body.

I chose to heal. I wanted to understand the root of what had brought me to that point.

Breathwork and bodywork played a crucial role in that healing. They allowed me to release the trauma, tension, and scars of past experiences — the ones that had shaped my beliefs, dimmed my light, and taught me to abandon myself in order to belong and feel seen. I began to challenge the narratives I was taught to accept as “normal,” and started to rewire my patterns, build confidence, and create space for the life I actually dreamt of.

Through somatic healing, I began to slow down. To feel again. To remember who I was beneath the armour. I rebuilt trust with my body, healed old wounds, reclaimed my power, and re-learned the natural rhythms of my nervous system. I softened. I came home to myself.

And now, I offer this work to others — not as a fix, but as a path. A return to your body. A return to your truth. A return to you.