Inspired by Adam 's Session 2/22/26 I enter the breath with trust as my compass — trust that I am enough, trust that letting go won’t erase me Forgiveness is the path, the only way back to myself There is a sixteen‑year gap between us, two different childhoods, two different women wearing the same face I was shaped by her chaos, he was shaped by her lessons learned He carries her voice in his head, and because mine sounds like hers, he mistakes the echo for me So he casts me as the villain in a trauma that was mine not his — a wound rewritten in someone else’s memory The breath climbs the mountain toward trust: body tingling, light gathering behind my eyes my mother appearing as both hero and hurricane Belly numb, tears pooling but held the critic speaking in her voice or mine Then the breath softens — heat, release memories flashing too fast to hold Gratitude rising through the ache. The question returns: " How do I let go of what feels like part of me? " The breath answers with space, grace, to give me choice And I remember: he is fighting her ghost, not me He cannot see the girl I was or the life I survived But I can. And forgiveness — for her, for him, for myself — is still the path. I know I am enough And I can trust myself

Hi everyone, As part of my practicum, I’m offering a limited number of free SBW (Somatic Bodywork) sessions over the next few weeks. You’re welcome to book a 1:1 session or join a small group of your choosing if that feels right for you. If you feel called to receive, you can book here:👉 https://calendly.com/muna-jawhary/new-meeting. With love and gratitude,🙏 Muna

There was a road paved with possibility — mornings of sit‑ups, yoga, walking and journaling, the ritual that felt like a promise. As I embarked on this journey I needed a new path, so I created my Superconsciousness Highway — a space where I can be me, see with clarity, with an open heart, a strong spine, and a curious mind that lets me be my own objective observer, clear and connected. For a while I rode it like a promise. But shit happens and life is going to life. A trigger pusing me right onto the off‑ramp back to the old roads — the old habits, the old patterns — full of dangers, potholes, and faded marker. As we hit that old dirt road, Smok’n Lisa takes the wheel. Built from neglect and abandonment, tough as nails, bold and fierce, she knows those scarred, rutted backroads better than anyone. She can handle whatever the old road throws at us. I recognized her. I named her — Smok’n Lisa. Once she’s at the wheel I am not in control; she is a force. I lose the space for choice in my behavior. Smok’n Lisa runs on survival instinct; there is no choice. She locks in and she isn’t going anywhere — she stays in control until the task is done, the obstacle overcome, the danger averted. I have felt helpless to this pattern, but I can not only recognize it — I can revise it. First I need space: a break in the chaos to relax my nervous system and regain clarity. In that moment, when my system softens, I reflect; I find space, and in that space I find grace — for others, for myself, and even for Smok’n Lisa. There is only one way through. I have to let the emotions move — give in to feeling completely for the 90 seconds it takes. Insight becomes the on‑ramp. I do my daily breathwork; alignment follows. I re‑enter the Superconsciousness Highway with a clean lens and a changed perspective. If my body wants to shake, stretch, or soften, I follow it. Not choreography. Not performance. Just the body finally exhaling what it has held. Smok’n Lisa will keep showing up. The inner critic will keep talking. The work is not about why I get pushed off the highway — the work is the route back.I finish the small tasks. I sit with the feeling. I clean the lens. I choose again and again and again.

Wow! I have done these several times and this was the most powerful session yet! The other ones, I always fell asleep. I gained so much insight. Here are a few high level ones: - I am capable of helping myself! For almost 30 years I relied on/trusted no one. But also not myself. So I didn’t grow much. This past August I started learning to ask for help but then I over relied on others…I’m now working on helping myself before asking for help and still allowing myself to ask when I need help. Huge win. - I have never in my life expressed gratitude for myself for creating the (now maladaptive, unnecessary) patterns. I was able to thank myself for protecting me. So beautiful! - I told myself (and my child self) “trust”. Trust is my word for the next 3 mos…so this was timely. Also I realized months ago that for my child self to trust me (and what I say to her to help her heal) I must trust myself. So I’m working on that. This helped! Thank you SO much!

Hey everyone! We will upload the replays here after each day. They will be available until Sunday! - enjoy! Day 1 - Watch here Day 2 - Watch here Day 3 - Watch here