Yuna S.
As a child, I watched helplessly as my father abused my mother. I was tormented by the sounds of her suffering and lived in constant fear of him. One day, my mother whispered to me, “Let’s just die together.” Her words were more terrifying than any of my father’s yelling because they showed me how deeply she wanted to escape her pain.
I blamed myself for my mother’s suffering. I thought if I hadn’t been born, she wouldn’t be stuck with a monster. I questioned why I was born, why life was so unfair, and what kind of God would allow so much suffering.
I couldn’t accept that this was all there was to life. When I was old enough, I set out to find meaning and heal from my childhood trauma. I tried years of therapy, but it didn’t erase my PTSD. Then I discovered meditation.
The first time I realized “the universe is me,” it felt like 30 years of agony melted away in an instant. As I progressed through the meditation levels, I began to feel something new—hope. I can’t fully describe how incredible this meditation is, but I can say that all the fear, trauma, suffering, and questioning from my past are gone.
It’s completely gone. It’s a truly powerful method.
