Customer testimonial attended by me with tantric massage sessions.

I came to the conclusion that I didn't know what it was like to be a truly free, full, alive, vibrant, pulsating woman.

I lived enclosed by my own fears, prejudices and self-demands! I was afraid of paying the price to be who I really was and wanted to be! Today I don't make concessions anymore, I don't retreat even half an inch from who I am, I conquered my sacred space with a lot of struggle, tears and blood, despair, sleepless nights, anxiety attacks and suicidal ideation every other day too.

However, I didn't accept it, I never accepted that place, strangely I knew that it wasn't mine, I carried on my back the dreams and expectations of others that massacred me, I wanted to make people's dreams come true, heal the pain of the world, but I didn't even have the breath anymore, I just looked outside and at no time looked inside.

I got lost in the worlds they idealized for me, in the boxes they tried to put me in and I reduced myself to fit into the world and the expectations of others, I no longer had an identity, I didn’t know who I was, what I wanted and where I was going, fortunately, I never lacked ethics, justice, empathy, solidarity and conscience, besides, I was fragments of the desires and expectations of others.

It was as if it were a poorly assembled puzzle, in which any piece would do, because it didn't have to be right, but just exist without making the slightest sense, appear to be, appear to have, and so, I was dying through the world.

I gave myself into shallow, cold and empty relationships, I was submissive to executioners who mocked who I was, my intensity and my surrender, I repressed all my desires, I froze all my senses and silenced my voice and my body so that not suffer or be hurt and silenced by anyone, because if someone had to silence them, that, in the worst case, it would be myself.

However, I got tired of it all and went looking to heal and free myself, it was not possible that my existence here on this plane would be conditioned to that, erasure, pain and suffering, I felt here inside me, deep down deep inside that I was bigger and better than that.

Because I put myself on the way, I suffered, I cried tears of blood, I crossed my hell and went to get myself, I woke up to life! I went to awaken my Holy Woman! Crazy to live, enjoy the pleasures of life and my own body! Full, strong, confident, but still sensitive, generous, empathetic, fair, supportive and ethical and, now, with the strength to reach out to anyone who needs it, without forgetting about me and knowing who I am.

Today I am who I am and I don't move, now I just know how to move forward and I won't accept less than I deserve and that they think as they want, make their judgments, I really don't care.

The tears today have mostly been replaced by the beads of sweat from my inflamed body that yearns day after day for life.