The return: a silent shock

Coming back to France after Asia was an inner shock. I had changed, but nothing around me had. Living again with my mother and stepfather, I immediately felt out of place.

I felt like a stranger in my own home.

Interim jobs: alienation

To earn money, I worked in logistics: warehouses, pallets, boxes, impossible schedules, 4 a.m. alarms.

Mechanical days. Exhausting days. Days that drained me.

Every day, I felt myself drifting further from what I had touched in Asia.

Nostalgia for Asia

I thought about the temples, the smiles, the warmth, the simplicity. Here, everything felt dull. As if my body had returned, but not my soul.

The desire for alignment

Despite the exhaustion, something kept vibrating inside me. I read, meditated, searched. I knew this life wasn’t mine. I knew something else was waiting.

Shiatsu and Reiki: the beginning of the real path

A few months after returning, I made an essential decision: to start a shiatsu training.

Two years of learning. Two years of presence. Two years discovering that my hands already knew.

At the same time, I completed my first three levels of Reiki.

I worked during the day and trained at night. It was difficult, but right.

The seed that grows

This period wasn’t bright, but it was foundational. This is where the seed began to grow: a seed of alignment, meaning, healing.

I didn’t know it yet, but something in me was rebuilding itself. Slowly. Quietly. Deeply.