It was never about me

As an energy healer, I have experienced many dark nights of the soul.
The question that haunted me the most was: Who am I to walk the path of a healer?

I have no tertiary education. No university degree. No years spent apprenticing under a shaman. I do hold a diploma as a Health & Wellness Coach — but that’s only to emphasise that I did not arrive here through traditional means. I am not a scientist. I am not a doctor. I do not possess a piece of paper stamped by an institution that grants me “permission” to do this work.

All I have is a memory — an inner knowing. But in today’s world, that rarely counts. Trusting your intuition is often seen as risky or naïve. I understand the hesitation, people are naturally cautious when it comes to things they can’t easily see, touch, or measure. There is a fear of being misled. A fear of the unknown. But that fear should not silence the truth that healing can also arise from within — from energy, from spirit, from the soul.

Mozart composed music at the age of four and played instruments without formal training. No one questioned whether his gift was valid. He was simply witnessed. Nurtured. Believed.
So why is it, when the gift is intuitive, when it’s felt, not seen — we demand proof?

There is room for both. For the learned knowledge of doctors, lawyers, and scientists, and for the medicine women, energy workers, and intuitive healers. One is not more important than the other. They serve different purposes. They speak to different layers of the human experience. We need both logic and soul. Both science and spirit.

And yet, despite this truth, I spent years questioning myself. I used to wrestle with the idea that highly educated people — those society deems as credible — couldn’t grasp the concept that there is more to life than what’s written in books or confirmed in a lab. I could not understand how they couldn’t feel the simple truth that we are energy. We are soul. We are all deeply connected.

The duality of this world calls for balance. Intuitive healers deserve to be recognised, and I am not speaking of the extremes, because they exist in every field. In every profession, there will always be those who misuse their role for personal gain. But that should never discredit the many who are working with integrity, whether they walk the path of science or spirit.

I’ve heard it more times than I can count: “I don’t believe in what you do… but if it makes you happy, that’s fine.” As if joy, healing, or spiritual connection are things to be politely tolerated, rather than deeply explored. Are we so afraid of change that we shut the door on wonder?

Trees speak to each other. They share nutrients. They protect one another. Science supports that. But when we suggest that human beings can heal one another through energy, we are dismissed as unrealistic or ungrounded. And those were the inner battles I used to face, trying to understand how something that felt so natural to me could be so misunderstood by others.

But then one day, I heard these words rise up within me — clear, direct, and calming:

It was never about me — it was always about you.

And just like that, something within me shifted.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter whether I was believed or validated. What mattered was the person sitting in front of me. The healing that arrived. The sense of peace that returned. That knowing alone was powerful enough for me to let go of the need to explain or prove anything to anyone.

In truth, I realised I wasn’t just trying to prove that energy healing was real — I was trying to prove that I was real. That I was someone. That I wasn’t just a shadow in the background of my own life. That I mattered.

That reflection brought me back to something I wrote recently — The Peace of Being No One. Because there is a quiet kind of freedom in not needing to be anything other than what your soul already knows. Just like my little shop at the end of the laneway — it isn’t flashy. But it is sacred. It is home.

All of my writing — every piece — is simply a way for me to remember how to come home to myself. And perhaps, if you are reading this, you will feel it too. That in the end, we are all just trying to find our way home. Back to the place within us that has always known who we are. Back to the remembrance that we are already whole.