This Is What Healing Looks Like

Part 3: One woman’s real story of grief, trauma, and the long road back to herself.

My house is full of windows, so when I decided to try meditating in total darkness, my bedroom closet became the obvious choice.

I shut the door, stuffed pillows underneath it, and told my family not to interrupt.

I had no idea what I was getting into.

Time seemed to disappear. My hands began moving without me consciously directing them. I started having experiences I couldn’t explain—and, eventually, received a message I understood to be from Connor.

In the full story, I share what happened in that little closet: the strange recordings, the grief I had buried, and the connections that began changing the direction of my life.

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