Not long ago, at the end of a somatic therapy session, someone looked me in the eye and asked: “What’s the point of loving myself?” It’s a deceptively simple question-one that slices straight to the heart of our struggles. And yet, it’s a question so many of us quietly wrestle with, day after day.

When a friends mom passed away, and some years later my partner’s mom, I found myself thinking: “Is this really it? Is life just a game of Russian roulette—of who gets sick, gets cancer and dies and who doesn't... yet?” But then I realized something. It’s not random. It’s not a roulette. We’re self-destructing all the time. Sometimes we’re the ones pulling the trigger. Sometimes we’re killing ourselves slowly, without even realizing it.

Wat als je hoofd niet langer mee wilt, en je lichaam protesteert? Wat als de creativiteit stopt met stromen?