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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 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...

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 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...

Your Body is Part of the Healing, Too Over the past couple of years, I’ve become really good at holding space for myself mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Life has thrown its share of challenges—some big, some subtle—and I’ve learned how to sit with my emotions, to feel through the grief, to make peace with what I can’t control. I’ve become good at healing and dealing, at catching my thoughts before they spiral, at understanding the deeper spiritual meaning behind things. But something came up recently that humbled me. A lesson I thought I knew but hadn’t fully integrated: Your body is part of the healing, too. It’s so easy—especially when you’re in the work of emotional or spiritual growth—to forget about the body. To get caught up in cycles of mental processing and emotional awareness, while forgetting that the body is nature. It has its own rhythm. Its own memory. Just because I’ve worked through something emotionally doesn’t mean my body has. The body holds on. It keeps the s...