During my own Breathwork journeys over the years, I started to see that many of the things holding me back were not entirely my own. They were older than me. Wounds, beliefs, ways of surviving that had been passed down, quietly and invisibly, through generations in my family. With that came compassion …..for the choices they made. For the ways they coped, endured, and survived. What I had once seen as brokenness, I began to recognise as resilience. What I had judged, I started to understand. They carried what they had to carry, which meant that I could be here.