BREATHWORK: 💩Stuckness💩

DATE: Wednesday, May 21st

TIME: 7-9 PM

“To be trapped is to burn without flame.”

-Unknown

There is a violence in stillness that no one speaks of.
A scream lodged behind the ribs.
A fire that cannot catch, no matter how much you breathe into it.

This is the slow collapse—
Not a fall, but a slow grinding-down of spirit.
A suffocation inside your own skin.

You rage against the stuckness.
You claw at invisible walls.
You ache for something to break, for something to change, for something to happen—anything but this.

And yet the ground stays frozen.
The door stays locked.
The same hollow routines echo back at you, day after day, until the soul grows hoarse from calling out.

Tonight, we do not pretend the anger isn’t real.
We do not smooth it over with empty hope.

We breathe into it.
We breathe into the fury, the helplessness, the exhaustion.

In the breath, the fire finds its shape.
In the breath, the ache finds its voice.

You do not have to be calm.
You do not have to be graceful.
You only have to breathe—raw, ragged, real.

The slow collapse will not consume you if you dare to breathe inside it.
And beneath the rage, as the old skin peels away, the real hunger stirs.
The hunger for life.

Join us for a night of breathing into the discomfort of stuckness.