Do you ever feel like you're constantly pouring from an empty cup, dear friend? Or perhaps you're seeking a deeper connection to your purpose, a more authentic way to practice, but aren't sure how to find it amidst the daily demands?

As therapists, we dedicate our lives to holding space for others, navigating their deepest pains. But who holds space for us? Who helps us tend to our own hearts, especially when the demands of clinical work, family life, and simply being in this world feel overwhelming – or when our souls crave more profound meaning?

I’m Poh, and I understand. For over 17 years, I stood on the frontlines of mental health and disability, a therapist wholeheartedly committed to my calling. I loved the work, thrived on the challenge, and poured my entire being into it. (Perhaps a little too much, looking back, as I unknowingly compensated for my own neurological differences with unrelenting perfectionism.)

Then, life shifted. Becoming a parent, the relentless caseloads, the constant exposure to stress and trauma – it became a perfect storm. My chronic health issues (PCOS, iron deficiency) flared, and then, the unthinkable: losing both my beloved parents within two years. Grief, exhaustion, and a frantic attempt to control an ever-growing to-do list pushed me to the brink.

I stopped meditating. I neglected myself. As an Asian-Australian woman, I was raised with a deep-seated belief: look after others, sacrifice for family harmony. This beautiful, yet sometimes crushing, cultural expectation only deepened my struggle. I was losing myself, becoming emotionally unavailable even to those I loved most.

Have you been there? That deep fear of professional fraud, of becoming a shell of your former Self? Or perhaps you've felt the quiet ache for something more – a spiritual integration that elevates your practice beyond mere technique?