My sensitivity isn’t a flaw—it’s a full-body frequency. But the cocktail that makes me so perceptive also made me vulnerable to burnout, breakdown, and autoimmune patterns. I’ve had to learn that without anchors, I float, fragment, or fry. From my food to my relationships, from how I sleep to how I love—I need grounding. Not as a luxury, but as survival. And this is the post where I finally unpack why.
Author: Tanimara
Shiatsu Therapy: The Healing Hands That Helped Me Come Home to My Body
Shiatsu has been a constant in my life for over a decade, supporting me through overstimulation, fatigue, and deep emotional healing. As someone who’s hypersensitive and navigating post-viral fatigue, this form of energy therapy has always helped restore flow in my body. But now, after years of transformation, something has shifted: I no longer go because I’ve crashed—I go to stay in balance. Shiatsu is no longer just rescue, it’s maintenance for my soul. In this post, I share how this ancient therapy, rooted in Traditional Chinese Medicine, continues to be a guiding force on my healing path.
The One Oil That’s Doing the Most: My Love Affair with Fushi Castor Oil
Castor Oil isn’t just for your grandma’s medicine cabinet—it’s become one of my most sacred healing tools. In this post, I share how I use Fushi’s cold-pressed Castor Oil (plus a splash of Avocado Oil and essential oils) to support lymphatic flow, soothe emotional tension, and reconnect with my body. From belly massages to lash love, this oil has helped me move stagnant energy, especially around the chest and womb space. Bonus: it doubles as a nourishing ritual between Shiatsu sessions. This is skincare meets soulcare—because sometimes healing shows up in a dark glass bottle.