Coming Home to Yourself
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My journey of self-development began nearly 20 years ago. It all started with a book by Carl Rogers… then Carl Jung… then Paulo Coelho. You see, I was searching for myself. Since then, I’ve invested over $80,000 in therapy, coaching, healing work, and spiritual trainings. And what I’ve realized is this: If you’re currently navigating a challenge—whether it’s in your relationship, your health, or your sense of purpose, I want you to know: This path is not about fixing yourself. If you're feeling ready to be supported in a sacred one-on-one container, I invite you to explore my 3-month coaching/healing program: 👉 COMING HOME 👈 In our time together, I weave the wisdom of psychology, mindfulness, energy healing, and soul-centered spirituality—so you feel truly held on all levels: mind, body, heart, and soul. ✨ Receive $500 off when you sign up by August 11. No pressure. Just an open door. With love, |
Gayane Kulikyan, MA
Helping you release stress, so you can find your inner peace and fulfillment.
Hi Reader, Today we are moving through the Full Moon cycle and a lunar eclipse. If you didn’t know this, you are connected to the stars, the sun and the moon! You are not separate from the beautiful cosmos that you are living in. If you are brand you to this connection and you want to explore it further, I created a video to support you in creating a healing ritual of release. Watch it below! And...because my YouTube community reached a 500 subscribers mark, I created a gift with a short and...
The weight of grief used to feel heavy.I carried it with me wherever I went.Tears were neatly tucked into my heart and belly. In my younger years, I didn’t even know how to grieve. I remember my mom telling me about a tradition in Azerbaijan, the country where I was born. When a family lost a loved one, they would invite—or sometimes hire—a special mourner. This woman would wail and cry aloud, invoking tears in others, so grief would not be buried but honored together, communally. Those...
I used to keep grief at arms length. I repressed it into the deepest crevices of my body. I held it tightly in my chest and my belly. Honestly, I didn’t even know how to grieve. In my 20’s I remember the floodgates opening for the first time. I was sitting in the park and feeling the warmth of the sunshine on my skin. The warmth of the sunshine also landed on my chest. I felt tears rolling down my face as the frozenness inside me melted. Grief showed up again me after a romantic breakup....