There’s a certain risk in revealing too much. Especially in professional spaces—especially in medicine—we’re taught to separate the personal from the clinical, the intuitive from the empirical, the soul from the science.
But I’ve chosen, in my first piece for this site, to share a personal story. A painful one. One that straddles both trauma and symbolism, psychiatry and astrology. I’m not sharing it as a case study or confession. I’m sharing it because it embodies the very integration I practice—and because I believe healing requires us to hold both truths.
Science gave me something essential: a map of what happened. I learned how to take a detailed family history, how to recognize intergenerational trauma, how to name and trace inherited psychological patterns. This gave me grounding, structure, clarity. It narrowed the field of possibility and made something previously invisible into something knowable.
But it was only when I looked at that same story through a symbolic lens—through astrology, archetype, and intuition—that I began to make meaning of it. Not just how it hurt, but how it pointed to my purpose.
If I’d only had the astrology, it would have been too vague—an ocean of symbols with no shoreline.
If I’d only had the science, it would have been too cold—a list of losses without soul.
Together, they gave me both truth and direction.
That’s why I practice the way I do.
Because this work—this life—isn’t about choosing one eye or the other. It’s about learning to see in depth.
