I used to think something was wrong with me. Because that’s what I was told. By professionals. By well-meaning family. By a culture that doesn’t know what to do with aliveness when it doesn’t look like control. I was told I was unwell — when really, I was waking up. It didn’t look graceful. It didn’t come with a yoga mat and a gratitude journal. It came with chaos, stillness, unbearable clarity, and a sudden inability to pretend I was fine. This Isn’t Just Mental Health What

Today, after 35 hours and 20 minutes of e-learning modules — yes, I counted — the system, in all its bureaucratic benevolence, decided to suggest that I “develop self-awareness.” This, after locking me up for being different. This, after pathologising my awakening and calling it a disorder. This, after medicalising my clarity and reducing my truth to risk. Apparently, now that I’ve survived the system’s misunderstanding of my entire being, I’m qualified to be told how to refl

People talk about consciousness like it is a fragile houseplant that needs misting twice a week. Meanwhile consciousness is running the entire universe and quietly amused while we ask if we are doing awakening wrong. Here is my rewritten Law of Consciousness in the simplest possible form. Consciousness is the primary technology. Everything else is a user interface. If things feel slow update your presence not your software. Thoughts are notifications from the field. You do no

There are kinds of love the world understands easily. The tidy ones. The ones with labels, timelines, and socially agreed-upon shapes. And then there are the others. The loves that arrive unannounced. The loves that don’t fit the form. The loves that flare alive in the quiet space between two people who were never “supposed” to see each other that clearly. The kind of love that doesn’t ask for permission before it lands. No one teaches us what to do with those. We’re taught h

You know what’s spiritual? Not your Himalayan salt lamp. Not your cacao ceremony in a borrowed language. Not your “I’m doing the work” tote bag. It’s how you respond when someone sees straight through you and doesn’t flinch. It’s how you stay when your nervous system says run. It’s the moment after you send the text — not the mantra you muttered before it. Spirituality is not a lifestyle brand. It’s not an aesthetic. It’s not vibey fonts on Instagram telling you to protect yo

This week, let it be gentle. Let the days arrive as they are — unpolished, imperfect, unscripted. You don’t need to push. You don’t need to prove. You don’t even need to “fix” anything. Sometimes, the most radical thing you can do is to not interfere. To watch the story unfold without rushing to rewrite it. To let yourself be human in the presence of it all — soft, steady, real. This is not passivity. Allowing doesn’t mean you’re doing nothing. It means you are listening. It