The Moment I Dropped Into My Body (And Never Looked Back)

There’s a moment I’ll never forget.

It was 2021, and the isolation from Covid shelter-in-place had cracked me open. I was suddenly alone, and that loneliness forced me to start doing things differently — and thinking about my life more deeply than I ever had before.

I was still single and quietly grieving the life I thought I’d have by now. I remember spiraling through thoughts like: “Where is he? Will I ever find the right person? What if I never get to be a mom?” The ache was real. I felt stuck, heart-heavy, and honestly… lost.

But in the quiet of that chapter, something inside me stirred. A small, brave voice whispered, “Start looking for something new.”

So I did.

I leaned into healing. I started making vision boards, journaling my way through the fog of depression, and searching for new tools that could help me shift my life. That’s when I found breathwork.

I didn’t “get it” at first. I was enrolled in a breathwork training program, hoping it would help me heal, give me a new direction, maybe even spark something meaningful. At first, it felt weird — like, how could breathing really help me shift anything? But I was curious. 

Then, about two weeks into the training, I had a breakthrough.

I stopped trying to do it “right.” I stopped overthinking. I stopped lying down and instead sat upright. I started gently moving my body, just swaying. It felt like I was rocking myself — the way you’d calm a crying baby. The rhythm was instinctual and soothing. 

And something clicked.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Not in my head — but in my body. I dropped down into myself and everything shifted. It was like I met my true self for the first time — beneath all the stories, pressure, fear, and self-doubt that lives inside my head.

That moment was sacred.

I fell in love with breathwork that night. Not just as a technique, but as a powerful, intuitive, somatic language that finally made sense to me. Something inside me finally exhaled.

From that moment on, I was all in. I completed my breathwork facilitator training and immediately enrolled in somatic coaching. I wanted more—not more certifications, but more understanding. More truth. More of this beautiful inner connection. 

I didn’t know much about “somatics” at the time, but I knew it felt like home. It opened a whole new world where healing wasn’t about fixing myself — it was about coming home to my body, my truth, my life.

Since then, I’ve made it my mission to help others experience that kind of shift. Through breathwork, somatics, and gentle inner work, I guide people back to themselves — back to the place where they can feel again, trust again, dream again.

And now, life has surprised me in the most beautiful way.

The man I once feared I’d never find — he came into my life (back to me after 22 years). Kind, sensitive, soulful. He sees me. And I see him. And now, after years of waiting and wondering, we’re building our life together. We just moved into our dream house that we renovated for five (LONG!) months — next up: a wedding this winter, and soon after, parenthood!

All the things I once ached for — the love, the family, the purpose — they’re arriving.

And here’s the truth I’ve learned: when you begin within, your outer world begins to shift in ways you can’t always predict — but they’re often more beautiful than you imagined.

This is the heart of Inner Nature. It’s why I do this work. I’ve found my path. And I’m honored to help others find theirs.

So if you’re in that in-between space — not quite where you want to be, but not sure where to go next — I see you. I’ve been there. And I promise, there’s something beautiful on the other side.

Let’s breathe through it together.

With love and breath,

Cathy of Inner Nature

Begin Within