IFS, lived experiences, reflections, Self-care

Holding steady in a world on Fire

aleksandrastaneva

Lately, I’ve been feeling the weight of it all, the anxiety, the anger, the grief as the world is grappling with this political crisis. It moves through my body like a storm, sometimes sudden and sharp, other times a slow, aching heaviness that is informing my choices automatically.

The world feels like it’s unraveling, and I catch myself holding my breath, scanning for the next crisis, the next loss, the next reason to brace.

But I know this pattern. I’ve lived it before, in my own way. The urgency, the fear, the exhaustion of trying to stay ahead of disaster. And I know now that pushing through, tightening my grip, won’t save me. It won’t save any of us.

So I’m doing something different.

Photography by Naya Kotko

I’m letting myself feel the anger instead of stuffing it down.

I’m listening to the anxiety instead of letting it run the show.

I’m tending to the deep sadness without letting it pull me under.

These feelings aren’t wrong. They aren’t signs that I’m weak or failing. They’re signals. They’re reminders that I care, that I love, that I long for something better.

But they don’t get to drive me either.

What I keep coming back to is this: I don’t want to live in reaction to the world’s chaos. I want to live from something deeper, something steadier. That quiet knowing inside me that isn’t afraid, even when everything feels uncertain. The part of me that remembers I come from a long line of survivors, of healers, of wild-hearted ones who refused to let the world harden them.

So I breathe. I move. I touch the earth. I remind myself that being alive right now is not a mistake. I create, even when it feels small and pointless, because beauty is resistance.

I refuse to let despair take root. And I hold close the truth that love-real, fierce, unbreakable love, has always outlasted destruction.

La Maestra, Clarissa Pinkola Estès whispering in my ear: We were made for these times ❤️‍🔥 Don’t lose hope.

The world is burning, yes. But in that fire, something new is being forged. And I want to be here to see it.

How have YOU been?

With love,
Aleks

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Aleksandra She, who remembers. I work at the threshold, where psyche speaks in symbols, and the soul remembers. Rooted in Jungian depth psychology and Internal Family Systems, my work invites women and seekers into the quiet, often forgotten places within: the underworlds of grief, the wild terrain of desire, the sacred chambers of the inner child, inner mother, the Shadowlands, and Self. With a background in women’s heath research, in ritual, and in lived experience spaces, I do not offer diagnosis or treatment, I offer devotion to the unfolding Self. On the threshold of becoming- where we always are. Through dreams, parts work, myth, and the body, I walk beside those ready to meet themselves fully, fiercely, and tenderly. This is not fast work. It is sacred work. It is not about fixing, it is about remembering. I do not promise certainty. I promise presence, and a deep trust in the wisdom already within you. My work is rooted in the wild: in the seasons and the body, in the wisdom of the land, and in the deep ecology of the soul. I honour the personal as political, and the psychological as inseparable from the cultural. Feminism, ecopsychology, and embodied awareness are not add-ons here, they are the soil this work grows from. I offer one-on-one soulwork sessions, women’s circles, and immersive psychoeducational experiences that weave together depth psychology, parts work, and embodiment. Some of this work unfolds indoors, some in wild places—always with reverence for the wisdom of nature, the nervous system, and the feminine psyche. Welcome to the HORÓ nest. I think you might just be ready to re-member your Self.

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