Reader,

The MDMA hit her like a wrecking ball, but it wasn’t the high she couldn’t shake.

It was what came after.

I didn’t know this yet — not when I called her that night.

For me, it was just another restless evening in 2020. My meditation cushion mocked me from the corner, the journals stacked on my desk like an unfinished assignment. I’d done the cold shower, the breathwork, the whole damn self-help circus. But still, I felt hollow.

“Hey,” she answered, her voice taut with energy, like she’d been sitting on a secret too big to keep. “You got a minute?”

There was something different about her. Something sharp, alive.

“Sure,” I said. “What’s up?”

She launched in. A story so raw, so vivid, it felt like she was cutting me open with her words.

“I did this MDMA psychotherapy session,” she said. “Thought it would help, you know? Get rid of some stuff I’d been carrying around.”

“Like therapy?” I asked.

She snorted. “Not even close. This was… it was like a freight train. Memories, John. Things I hadn’t thought about in years. Childhood stuff. Dark stuff. And then…” She hesitated, like saying it out loud would make it real.

“And then what?” I pressed.

“It all came back,” she said, her voice cracking. “The shame, the fear, the… everything. Worse than before. I thought I was losing my mind.”

I leaned back in my chair, the words sinking in like stones.

“What did you do?”

“I found somatic therapy,” she said. “And it saved me.”

She told me about her first session. About sitting in a plain room, her therapist barely saying a word. Instead of diving into her past or offering affirmations, the therapist had her focus on her body.

“Notice the tightness in your chest,” the therapist had said. “The heaviness in your arms. Stay with it.”

It wasn’t some mystical, out-of-body experience. It was real. Tangible. And as she stayed with those sensations, something shifted.

“It’s like my body was waiting for me to notice,” she said. “All these years, I’ve been trying to think my way better. But my body… my nervous system… that’s where everything was trapped.”

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Because I knew exactly what she meant.

I’d spent years chasing hacks and fixes. Journals that promised clarity. Meditations that promised peace. Psychedelics that promised breakthroughs. But none of it stuck. None of it healed.

“What do you mean, ‘notice your body’?” I asked.

“You’ll get it when you try it,” she said.

That night, I sat at my computer, the words “somatic therapy” glowing on the screen. Article after article, video after video. I couldn’t stop.

Because somewhere in the blur of words and voices, I saw myself. My tension. My stuckness. My endless search for a cure.

And I realized:

I didn’t need a therapist.

I needed to learn how to do this for myself.

That was the night everything changed.

Now, almost five years later, I teach what I found that night.

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John

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