Remember when you hummed a song? It just happened. No reason. Walking. Playing. In the shower. Doing nothing. You hummed because you felt like humming. It happened so much when you were a child. And then, as you grew up… less and less. Life got louder. I went through the same thing. When I was four, I stacked two tables to reach a box of chocolates. I fell. Bit my tongue. Blood everywhere. My mom took me to the doctor. My dad came in the evening, after work. I saw him from the corner of my eye as he sat beside me. I thought he’d put his hand on my head. Instead he said, “Should I get you a third table?” Something in me decided I wasn’t good enough. Maybe I wasn’t good enough to be loved. And after that, every time something didn’t work — a friendship, a decision, a plan — I’d go back to that same belief. I’m not good enough. I was called the naughty one. My sister was the well-behaved one. Relatives joked about keeping glassware out of reach. My anger went too far one day. I hit my sister with a manjeera. Seven stitches. Fear. Then guilt. I decided: I will never let anyone see my anger again. I went quiet, sometimes for days. I thought I was becoming strong. I was burying it. This pattern post marriage and kids made me very anxious. I read, attended workshops and tried to understand myself. Then I attended a two-day Heal Your Life® workshop. Something clicked. I began to understand what was really happening underneath my anger — the emotions, the beliefs, the stories — and, importantly, how to express those emotions safely. I found the work so useful that I decided to train as a Heal Your Life® teacher. And that journey eventually became Inner Song.