I’ll go first. My marriage was falling apart and I was refusing to accept it. I had two little kids. And then came a diagnosis ,the kind that stops you cold. The kind that makes you realize you don’t have the luxury of staying asleep anymore. I didn’t know anything about spirituality. I wasn’t raised with it. I grew up in a communist country where pain was something you buried, not something you healed. Spiritual gifts? Nobody talked about that. You just survived. You pushed through. You didn’t feel, you functioned. And then my whole world broke open at once. That was my introduction to this path. Not candles and meditation retreats. It was crisis. It was survival. It was two babies looking at me and me realizing I had to find another way. I had no roadmap. I just started walking. And somehow that walk led me here. Led me to plant medicine, to ceremony, to the deepest parts of myself I never knew existed. So now I’m asking you What was your moment? What broke you open? What made you finally stop running? Drop it below. I mean it when I say this is a safe space. Your story matters here.