Like nearly 70% of my clients, Jessica was trapped in a web of self-blame and confusion. She clung to memories of the good times—not grand gestures, but moments when the despair felt less crushing. She remembered days when she believed they were genuinely happy together. But now, it felt like her heart had been ripped out, leaving a wound that refused to heal.

But something unexpected occurred as we began a series of gentle breathing exercises designed to relax her body. Anika fell fast asleep, and despite my efforts, she remained in a deep slumber for nearly an hour.

But slowly, something began to change. For the first time in over two decades, I started to focus on myself. I enrolled in a yoga class, something I’d always wanted to do but never had time for. I started taking long walks in the park,