My Transformational Breathwork Journey in Bali

Bali was the turning point of my healing journey, a place where I peeled back the layers of pain, fear, and loneliness to uncover a deeper sense of peace and freedom. It all began with breathwork—a simple act of breathing through the mouth in and out, yet it unlocked something profound within me.

As I started the session, I felt an intense urge to scratch my face, then my arms. The distractions were immediate, as though my mind and body resisted the breath, shielding me from what was ready to surface. But I stayed with it, gently guiding myself to focus on my breathing, not forcing but surrendering to its natural flow.

Soon, my body softened, melting into the rhythm of the breath. The tension I had been holding began to tremble and twitch, releasing itself in waves. I smiled in the midst of this dance, knowing that this was the process—letting go of all I had held on to for so long. I could feel the energy moving, rising, and releasing as if carried to the gods, the divine light above me.

As my breathing slowed and calm settled in, a vision opened before me. I stood at the edge of a massive cliff, its rocky face plunging into the ocean below. The waves crashed against the rocks, their white froth spreading across the jagged edges. It was a place I had seen many times in my healing journeys, a symbolic gateway to transformation.

I was dressed in a long, flowing black lace gown—a widow's dress or perhaps a bride's, but only in black. The fabric billowed around me as I leaned forward and let myself fall into the abyss. There was no fear, only serenity. The wind rushed past me, and the ocean below grew closer.

As I descended, I saw myself split in two. The darkness of me—the pain, the fear, the little girl within who had been so scared and alone—continued to fall into the depths of the ocean. But another version of me emerged, dressed in white, radiant and light, ascending toward the sky like an angel watching over the scene.

The dark me, now submerged in the water, transformed. She became a mermaid—a frightened little girl with a tail, swimming deeper into the sea. I felt her fear, her pain, her loneliness. For so long, I had clung to her, unwilling to let her go. She had been my shadow, my companion in sorrow.

But the white-dressed version of me hovered above, urging me to release her. "It’s time," she whispered. I watched as the mermaid swam away into the dark ocean, and with her, the pain began to flow out of me. My angelic self floated above, witnessing the release, feeling lighter, freer.

For the first time, this vision ended not with me descending into the darkness but with me stepping into light. I was no longer weighed down by the past. The scared little girl was gone, released with love into the depths of Bali’s waters. It was time to let her go and step forward.

After the session, we journaled our experiences. Writing down the vision brought the tears I had been holding back. I still felt a pull to keep that little girl close, but I knew it was time. Saying goodbye in this sacred space of Bali gave me the permission I needed to release her and move forward.

The shift was massive. When I returned home, I felt unsteady, as if I had to relearn how to live. Everything felt new—how to nourish myself, how to be in the world, and, most importantly, how to answer the question: Who am I now?

It took a week to adjust, to let the process settle and allow my inner voice to guide me. This journey wasn’t just about healing; it was about rebirth. Bali had given me the space to release, to forgive, and to embrace a new version of myself.

I carry that transformation with me still, knowing that the light within me is stronger than the darkness I released. The scared little girl will always be a part of my story, but she no longer defines me. I left her in Bali, set her free, and in doing so, I stepped into my power.

Letting go is never easy, but it is the greatest gift we can give ourselves. And Bali, with its sacred energy and breath of life, was the place where I finally let go.

sending with love Pandy.