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What Matters Most in Life... Is Death

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What Matters Most in Life... Is Death. It's a sentence that usually catches people off guard. How could someone who has dedicated her life to healing, Ayurveda, and helping others find wellness say that what matters most in life is death? The truth is, the longer I live, the more I sit with people through grief, illness, and profound life transitions, the more I realize that death has become my greatest teacher. Not because I long for it or see it as something to fear, but because it has completely changed the way I understand what it means to be alive. For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by death. Not in a morbid sense, but in a deeply reverent one. There has always been something about it that has called to me. While many people turn away from conversations about death, I find myself leaning toward them. There is something sacred about that final chapter of life that I believe we've forgotten in our modern world. We prepare for birth with excitement. We cele...

2 years without Dad 🕊️

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2 years ago, on September 22nd at 2:20 pm... Losing my dad was one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced. It’s strange how a single moment can split your life in two—the before and the after. . The days that followed were heavy. I tried to be strong for everyone around me, but inside I was broken. Grief hit me in ways I didn’t expect—it wasn’t just sadness, it was anger, exhaustion, and an emptiness that showed up at 2 in the morning, 2 days after he passed.. I’ve never been the “by the book” daughter. Growing up in a traditional household, I was the black sheep. Rebellious, boundary-breaking, always questioning the rules that didn’t sit right with me. Sometimes making ’questionable’ choices lol. I know it would’ve been easier for my father if I had been more linear, more predictable. But I was never wired that way.  After the birth of my third child, I chose to pursue Ayurveda full-time. I didn’t know how it would unfold, but I knew in my bones it was the path I was meant to walk....

Why I Choose to Educate, Not Dictate

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  When I first started working in wellness, I thought people wanted the answers: the “do this, don’t do that” kind of advice. And in a way, they did. Clients would come in and say things like,  “Just tell me what to do and I’ll follow it.” For a little while, it worked. They would go home, follow the meal plan or try the daily routine I suggested. But eventually, I started to notice a pattern—the changes didn’t last. They would slip back into old habits, or come back feeling frustrated that nothing had really shifted. That’s when I realized something important:  when you don’t understand  why  you’re doing something, it’s almost impossible to stick with it. It’s the difference between brushing your teeth because someone told you to, versus brushing because you understand how it keeps your mouth healthy and prevents pain. One feels like a rule; the other feels like self-care. What I’ve Learned Through My Clients Over the years, I’ve seen both sides. The clients w...

What’s Your Healing Language?

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  What’s Your Healing Language? Find out your healing language here:   https://skylitayurveda.com/healing-language We all talk a lot about healing these days — emotional healing, physical healing, spiritual healing. But no one really teaches us  how  to approach it. Most of us are just trying to figure it out as we go. And sometimes, that’s why we fall off track. We try the meditation app, we buy the supplements, we journal once or twice — and then we stop. Not because we’re lazy. Not because we don’t want it. But because the  method  didn’t match our  language . Just like we all have a love language — how we give and receive love — I’ve realized we all have a  healing language  too. And learning mine? It changed everything. My healing language isn’t just about sitting still and “letting go.” That’s what we  think  healing is supposed to look like. But truthfully, when I’m in a spiral, I don’t need to be told to sit still — I need t...

Why do "Assholes" Live Longer?

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Why do "Assholes" Live Longer and the Good Die Young? There’s this saying I’ve heard more than once in my life—“the good die young.” And on the flip side, we all seem to know someone who treats people poorly, does whatever they want, whenever they want, without a second thought for others—and somehow, they’re thriving. Living long, loud, and without apology. It can feel maddening, right? So why does it seem like the selfish ones live longer while the kind ones burn out early? I’ve been sitting with this question lately—not just from a place of frustration, but as someone who walks the line every day between giving and depletion, between holding space for others and needing someone to hold space for me. And I’ve come to this: It’s about desire. And it’s about energy. The "Asshole" Archetype: Desire Without Guilt Let’s break it down. The so-called “asshole” is typically someone who puts themselves first. They prioritize their needs. They ask for what they want, take u...

Asking for help is for the Weak

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You’re Not Meant to Do This Life Alone.  It’s Okay to Ask for Help.  For a long time, I thought I had to carry it all on my own. Like asking for help was a weakness or a sign I wasn’t doing enough, being enough, strong enough. I know now that couldn’t be further from the truth. We all need support. Life is overwhelming sometimes. There are so many roles to play—mother, aunt, partner, friend, businesswoman, daughter. And in between, we’re trying to hold ourselves together while also trying to grow, heal, and figure out who we are in the process. One of the best decisions I ever made was saying yes to support. Saying yes to having a coach. To someone holding space for me, not to fix me, but to walk with me. Someone who could help me clear the noise and listen to the voice inside that already knew the way. It gave me  clarity . It gave me  accountability . And most of all—it gave me  permission  to put myself first. There’s something powerful about being seen,...

Death doesn’t follow our timelines

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Death Waits Quietly There’s a quiet kind of love that lives in the space between life and death. It’s not loud or dramatic. It’s steady, sacred, and deeply human. I’ve had the honor of walking beside souls as they prepare to leave this world, and it’s in those raw, stripped-down moments that truth shows itself. Years ago, during my time working in palliative care, I was called to sit with a soul nearing the end. His decline had been slow but steady. That evening, he barely moved. His breathing was shallow, his energy soft and distant, as if he were already halfway gone. I sat by his bed, held his hand, and offered a few quiet words. I thought it was the last time I’d see him. When I returned two days later, I expected his room to be empty. But there he was—sitting up, eating a bowl of soup. Present. Alive. Awake. It wasn’t his time. That moment stays with me. Because it reminded me that death doesn’t follow our timelines. No matter what the charts say or how the body appears, death com...