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My Story

My first experience with conscious connected breathing was in a group setting. I remember sitting in that room and suddenly — without warning — the tears came. I'm still not entirely sure where it came from, but whatever had been stored inside me just let go.

As men, we're not supposed to cry. We carry things. We hold it together. But that day, I didn't. And what surprised me most was how right it felt. How much I had needed it.

I knew immediately that I'd found something powerful, and I pursued it — workshops, retreats, going deeper and fuller with each breath. What followed was years of meeting myself, breath by breath. I processed the suicide death of my brother — grief I hadn't known how to hold. I uncovered childhood memories I had no idea were still living in me, things I had never dealt with, that I didn't even consciously remember, until I began making room for them with the breath. They would arise naturally, and I would simply meet them. The breath held what my mind couldn't.

It wasn't overwhelming. It happened little by little, over time — a backlog being processed in the space and pace it needed.

And it wasn't only old wounds. Breathwork became how I met what life was bringing in real time: the loss of my job and nine months of unemployment; a midlife reckoning that arrived right alongside it; the slow, aching illness and eventual death of my father. Each challenge, each grief — met with my breath.

I completed my training as a Certified Spiraldance Breathwork™ Practitioner not despite having lived through these things, but because of them. I know what it is to need somewhere to put something down. I know what it feels like when breath finally reaches what words can't. That's what I bring into every session.