
This isn’t about me. And yet, a little context might help.
There’s no teacher here. No role being played. Just a life that burned through what it once called ‘me.’
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I’ve been through a collapse of identity. Not as a concept, not as something I chased—but as something that happened. What was seen can’t be unseen. The center dropped, and with it, the sense of being someone moving through life.
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But the system didn’t just celebrate. It broke. The nervous system struggled. The mind, once sharp, began to fog. The stories ended, but the body kept trembling. What remained was raw and undeniable. No one left to fix anything, and nothing left to reach.
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This site isn’t here because I figured it all out. It’s here because clarity keeps cutting through, and that clarity wants to be shared—not to teach, not to convince, but to offer a mirror for those who are also dissolving.
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I offer sessions, not as a guide, but as someone who knows the territory of collapse and integration. I host circling—not to lead, but to hold space for honesty, presence, and what’s real when no one’s performing.
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And I’m slowly co-creating a space in rural Thailand—a small homestay and retreat on a farm, shared with rescued dogs and cats. A place for simplicity, clarity, and quiet restoration. Where nothing needs to be fixed. Where nature, stillness, and care speak louder than words.
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If you’re looking for someone to follow, I’m not that. But if you’re done performing, done fixing, and ready to meet what’s already true—I’m here.
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No more roles. No more striving. Just this.
