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There are moments in life that divide everything into before and after. The quiet ones. The ones that arrive when you have stopped bracing long enough to receive them. I was travelling the South Island with one of my closest friends from Denmark when I found myself in a treatment room for the first time. A year earlier, at a breathwork retreat, someone had mentioned a name and something in me recognised it immediately with a kind of quiet certainty. I was yet to be ready then