She Can Heal Herself

I often get requests to share all of my tattoos and their meanings.
But the truth is, I’ve never really been drawn to do so for a variety of reasons.
First of all- I have 19, so it would take awhile.
Second of all- I guess there’s just a larger part of me that likes to have those conversations in person.
However, the story behind one of my most recent tats is one that I’m inspired to share here because I think it’s an important message to spread.
Last month I was lucky enough to spend a few days at The Cove Bali at Balian Beach. 
I’m holding GLOW Yoga Retreats 7 Chakras in Bali Retreat there in October- so I wanted to have a good feel it prior to the retreat. 
I actually shared at the time how Balian means “healer” in Balinese.
This hit home for me at the time given that I was in the depth of a horrible depression & battling with ongoing illnesses. 
Their angel of a driver, Putu, asked me if I was interested in visiting the local healer during my stay.
I’ll be honest, I’m especially skeptical about “healers” in Bali after the whole Eat, Pray, Love movement. 
Although it wasn’t on the top of my to-do list, I agreed to check her out simply so I could make a credible recommendation to my retreaters in the fall. 
He told me all about her, and even reassured me that she was his family’s personal healer- but I remained indifferent.
On the morning I was meant to see her, Putu came to me and said:
“I have some news, it’s either going to be good or bad- I don’t know yet.”
I simply said, “ok, what is it?”
“The healer called me this morning, and she said she can’t see you,” he began.
“That’s ok, I didn’t even really care too much about going-“ I started to explain.
“No,” he cut me off.
“She told me to tell you not to come because she said it’s very important you realize something. She wants you to know that you don’t need to see her, because you can heal yourself.”
With tears in my eyes, I just laughed. 
He felt bad, and continued: “I don’t know what this means. She’s never said this before! I’m so sorry. I’m sure we can still go if you want.”
I stopped him, and said, “no. This is more than enough. This was just the reminder I needed.”
And it was.
That was the beginning of my true healing journey.

Let me be clear in saying that this woman didn’t “heal” me with her words. 
Nor did the sacred island of Bali. 
Just like she said, I COULD HEAL MYSELF. 
It just took some time opening my eyes and my heart to tap into the tools I already had to do so. 
Don’t get me wrong, trusting in outside sources played a HUGE role in helping to pull me out of this depression. 
As most of you know, I started seeing a therapist. 
I also see an acupuncturist at least once a week. 
I’ve gone to multiple allopathic and naturopathic doctors, alike. 
And, I also seek out therapies like infrared saunas, colon hydrotherapy, fasting, etc- all of which are not within the comfort of my own home. 

Although these practices and these people have been instrumental in my progress- it really wasn’t until this same week in Bali that I had what felt like a light switch just flip ON in my brain. 
What did it turn on?
It turned on gratitude. 
It turned on positivity. 
It turned on rationale. 
And it turned on this strong sense of confidence in KNOWING I could, and I WOULD get myself back to full health again. 

It was only a few days after this instance with the healer that I watched the documentary Heal on Netflix.
I’ve already written about this briefly on my Instagram, so you’ve probably already read how deeply this film effected me (if you didn’t catch it, you can read the post here). 
What I didn’t mention was how some of the last words of the documentary are:
The reminder hit home. 

I know a lot of people will roll their eyes at this whole post. 
I mean, c’mon- here I am saying how a healer in Bali told me I could heal myself, and then I watched a documentary that said the same thing- and now POOF I’m cured!
But, it wasn’t as simple as that. 
One movie and one shaman didn’t fix me. 
My mindset did. 
My choice to believe wholeheartedly in my own capability again. 
My choice to not give my power away to people in white coats, or ANY professional- but to trust my relationship with my mind and my body first and foremost. 
My choice to be GRATEFUL for hardships and blessings, alike. 
My choice to have faith in all of this darkness. 
Faith in being caught by something greater when the time was right. 

I know it’s not easy to simply tell someone to “be positive” when they’re depressed or anxious. 
In fact, if you’re anything like me, that’s the last thing you want to hear. 
Because it’s SO much easier said than done, right?
But the truth is, our minds our so incredibly powerful- that when we are able to get to that place of being thankful for ALL that comes our way, and get to that place of seeing silver linings- then we’re able to thrive again. 

I’ve had so many people tell me that I look like I’m glowing. 
That my voice sounds brighter, my skin is radiant, and my eyes are shining again. 
They ask me what my secret is?
How did I not only get back to a good place, but what appears to be an even BETTER place than I was in before?
When I think of the answer to that question- I come back to this week in Bali. 
I come back to these women’s words:
She can heal herself.
This moment was the first of many that propelled me forward into a new direction of gratitude, faith, and confidence. 
There were, and continue to be, a million micro-moments in between that continue to push me onto this path- but this was certainly the catalyst. 

Which is why I got these words tattooed permanently on my skin in traditional Hanacaraka (Balinese) writing. 
I know I will probably lose sight of this reminder again at some point in my life. 
And, seeing it on my body will help me keep it in the forefront of my mind. 
Plus, this tattoo is not only an homage to my ability of overcome a very dark few months, but also a symbol of recognition and gratitude for the darkness itself. 
Without the pain, the loss, the heartbreak- I wouldn’t be where I am today. 
How could I not be grateful for that?

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