In my early 20s, I was looking for a profession that seemed meaningful and fulfilling. After various internships and studies in the field of cultural and religious studies and intensive theatre playing, a dream led me to India. I felt called.

It all started with a yogi I met in the Himalaya. He got up every morning at 5 am, practised yoga for two hours and chanted mantras. Afterwards, he radiated pure energy for the rest of the day. I wanted that, too. After my return, I signed up for a yoga teacher training course and infected my flatmate at the time with yoga.

At the same time, I was fascinated by everything to do with touch, massage and the healing power of hands. After getting a few treatments without knowing what it actually was and experiencing completely new body sensations and states of consciousness, I knew that I wanted to learn that too.

I wanted to be able to heal with my hands.

At that time I did not realise that ‘it would be a long path. Maybe even a lifelong path of learning and practising and a constant further development. I chose a profession in which one is never finished. Every person is different and brings new questions and desires. Even after so many sessions I am still a little bit excited about who will come to me next and what unknown world of life will open up.

Since then I have not lost a bit of my curiosity and fascination for the interplay of body, mind and emotions and it always touches me to experience first hand how we humans think, feel and act. And how we manage to deal with painful experiences, how we develop strategies as little children to endure this world, to somehow make our way through this wild, crazy, unpredictable LIFE.

When I think of all the people who have shared their thoughts and feelings with me, who have opened up despite pain and fear, who have shown me their tears and laughter, I feel one thing deeply:

Gratitude that I can pursue a job that fulfills me, where I can be myself and in which I can support others to confront themselves.