BREATHWORK: 🕷The Shape of Fear🕷
"Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living in better conditions."
~ Hafiz
The Monster Beneath the Floorboards
Fear is not the enemy.
It is the trembling child in the basement,
the whisper behind the curtain,
the shiver in your spine that says,
“Don’t go there.”
We obey it.
We organize our lives around it.
We stay small, stay still, stay safe.
Not because we are weak—
but because once, long ago, it worked.
To not speak. To not move. To not want too much.
But what once protected you
now patrols your edges like a prison guard.
Fear wears many masks:
Perfection. Avoidance. Control.
Silence. People-pleasing. Numbness.
It doesn't always scream—it insists,
slowly, quietly:
“Don’t risk it. Don’t change. Don’t be seen.”
This breathwork is not about courage as conquest.
It is about presence in the tremor.
About meeting the thing you fear
not with force,
but with breath.
Here, we do not push the fear away.
We breathe into it.
We let it rise—the panic, the freeze, the flinch.
And we stay.
We shake. We sob. We sweat.
We stay.
Because beneath every fear is a truth—
a memory, a wound, a longing.
Something sacred that once went unseen.
The breath will take you where the mind dares not go.
To the locked rooms. The lost parts. The wordless terror.
To the place where your fear stopped time.
Not to fix it.
To witness it.
To say: “I’m here. I feel it. I’m still breathing.”
Let this session be an exorcism of pretending.
Of smiling through what haunts you.
Of calling fear weakness, when it was wisdom all along.
Let it tremble. Let it burn. Let it break open.
You are not here to conquer fear.
You are here to reclaim the self it tried to silence.
Just Breath.
Just Darkness.
Just the Sound of your own Aliveness Echoing in the Void.