3AM. Smoke alarm screeching. 

Jess fumbled the skillet off the burner. Waved smoke with a dish towel. 

Phone buzzed – Mom’s weekly voicemail meditation podcast… “For your stress.”

She laughed.

Stress? Try three jobs. A cheating ex. A never sleeping body. An uncontrollable mind.   

But the real fire wasn’t the kitchen. It was inside – resentment, fear, a deep, invisible burn Mom’s self-help playlist couldn’t extinguish.

A friend suggested, “Try energy healing.” 

Jess rolled her eyes. 

Eventually tried it.

The first Pranic Psychotherapy session. 

Jess wept like a child.

Sometimes, the only water that works is the water from within.