Karla Nova
I didn’t arrive to this work through a clear decision.
It was a sequence of experiences that slowly removed what wasn’t true anymore.
WHERE IT ACTUALLY STARTED
Long before I became a mother,
I had already started working on myself.
I struggled with anxiety,
low confidence,
and a constant feeling
that something in me wasn’t fully settled.
About ten years ago,
I started therapy.
Nothing dramatic.
Just small steps
over time.
Years later - already a mother by then,
I experienced hypnotherapy for the first time.
I went there with a simple question:
Why don’t I trust myself?
What came up connected things
I had never together before.
Being separated from my mom as a newborn.
Time spent in hospitals alone.
Moments where my body went through something
my system didn’t know how to process.
It wasn’t just a story anymore.
It was something I could feel in my body.
What we carry isn't always visible.
And it doesn't always start with us.
That session didn’t fix everything.
But it connected the dots.
Some things can shift without us fully seeing them.
But some need to come into awareness
because that’s what changes how we relate to ourselves,
others,
and how we move through life.
As I continued working on myself,
something became clearer.
Not everything I carried was mine.
Some of what I was carrying
came from the generations before me.
Not from my own experience.
And when I saw it,
my body responded differently.
I could feel the difference.
Motherhood didn’t start this process.
It accelerated it.
I remember sitting in the hospital
holding my newborn, completely exhausted,
and feeling a wave of fear I wasn’t prepared for.
Will I be able to do this?
Will I get this wrong?
At one point,
I started fainting.
No clear reason.
No medical explanation.
My child is older now.
And I’ve been growing through all of this
while raising them.
“Nothing about this journey has been separate from real life.”
Something shifted.
Not all at once.
But enough that staying the same way
was no longer possible.
Over time,
the structure of my life began to change.
Not dramatically.
But quietly.
Things didn’t fall apart overnight.
But they stopped holding
in the same way.
Including my relationship.
Not as something wrong.
But as something
that was no longer aligned
in the way I had hoped.
Life is not something you wait for.
It felt like someone
pulled the rug from under my feet.
My relationship was ending.
My work was shifting.
What I thought I was building
no longer felt right.
And I had to start again.
Not from what looked stable.
But from what actually was.
I am still in that process.
Energy work was not something I was looking for.
It wasn’t part of how I understood the world.
And yet, it entered my life
at the exact moment everything else was already opening.
It wasn’t dramatic.
But it was clear.
A long time before any of this,
I had a dream.
I gave birth to a little girl.
Not the child I already had.
I could see her clearly.
At the time,
I didn’t think much of it.
Life moved on.
Years passed.
And then,
during a time when everything in my life was already shifting,
something unexpected happened.
I went to a festival.
For the first time in a long time,
I felt like I could just be myself.
One day,
I came across a small stand with paintings.
There was one picture
I couldn’t walk away from.
I’ve seen her before.
I bought the picture
without understanding why.
Later,
I sat down alone with the picture.
And instead of trying to explain it,
I took out my pendulum,
and I asked.
I’m here.
Are you the one from the dream?
Yes
But I don’t have a partner
to create that life with.
Don’t worry about that.
And in that moment,
something shifted.
So, I asked if there was anything I could do.
And I began to clear something.
Not as a method.
Not as something to perform.
But as something that felt natural.
A few weeks later,
I found myself in a room with women
building their own paths.
We were asked:
What is the vision you are here to create?
And something in me responded
before I had time to question it.
There was no plan.
No explanation.
Only recognition.
This work can begin earlier.
Before a child is born.
Before life is carried forward.
Not perfectly.
But with awareness.
And that was the moment
it stopped being just about me.
There was a version of me
that held everything together.
Stayed.
Adjusted.
Tried to make things work.
That version of me is still part of me.
But it’s not the one leading anymore.
Something shifted.
Not in a way that made me someone new.
But in a way that made it harder
to stay where I wasn’t fully true.
I started choosing differently.
Not perfectly.
But consciously.
Kid me not,
what you’ve just read
is a brief version
of almost four decades of life.
It might read like a few moments.
But it was years.
Of working through things.
Of seeing clearly.
Of choosing differently.
And also of pausing.
Of stepping away.
Of sitting in places
where nothing was clear yet.
And I’m still in it.
This work began before I was a mother.
It never stopped mattering
once I already was one.
Whether you're preparing to carry a child forward,
or you're already carrying one,
now is the perfect time to start.
If you’re here,
you probably feel something similar.
If something in you recognizes this,
you don’t need to understand everything.
You don’t need certainty.
Only a willingness
to pause
and notice
what you carry.