Sometimes you need to stop and return to the place where everything began. To the place where you first felt joy and pain, where you first understood what it means to be home. It isn’t always a house, a street, or a city. For some it’s the smell of a kitchen, for others an old path to school. And for some of us… it’s the forest.
That’s how it was for me these days. After many years I returned to the woods where I grew up. The forest where I ran as a child, picked mushrooms, and believed the world was simple and safe. Autumn fog hung between the trees and with every step not only my body came back, but my past as well. And then I understood – this return is not just a memory. It is an invitation. An invitation to heal.
A place that remembers us
There are places that will not forget us, even when we forget them. The silence of the forest welcomed me as if it had been waiting. And suddenly I wasn’t alone. It wasn’t only me who walked there – those who once walked with me were there too. My mom, my grandmother, my grandfather. They are long gone… and yet they were there. Not in words, but in a feeling. In the rustic hush of leaves, in a twig cracking under my shoe, in that strange, hot-teared tightness in the chest.
And then it happened. The forest showed me something I wasn’t looking for. I didn’t want to remember, but the memories found me. They reminded me who I was before the world shaped me. And they reminded me that even when people leave, a part of them lives on in the places where they laughed, kept quiet, and lived.
Why we fear the return
Coming back is not easy. We don’t return there only as adults – we return there as children too. And the child within us often carries pain we never addressed. That’s why so many people prefer to run. They move forward, buy new things, change environments, but never return to the one place that could truly help them – back to themselves.
Yet the key lies exactly where it once hurt. Because what wounded us can also heal us – if we face it. If we stop looking through the eyes of a victim and start looking through the eyes of healing.
Bittersweet, and healing
At first it hurts. The memories burn. Faces appear – and our mind asks, “Why did they do this to me?” But if we stay a few seconds longer… the pain changes. We suddenly understand these are not our torturing memories. They are the depths we never descended into. Down there, beneath the layers, lies the true self. And it longs to be seen.
It’s like standing before a pyramid. Everything you struggle with today – anxiety, panic, uncertainty, doubt – are stones stacked one above another. But the whole pyramid stands on a single tip: one original memory. The one that holds it all together.
And returning to the places of childhood often reveals it. Without therapy, without techniques. The place and the feeling pull it up on their own.
FasterEFT: The path to releasing the pyramid’s tip
In FasterEFT we say: If you want to find your real problems, return home.
Because home is not an address – home is the original program where it all began.
When you return there consciously, willing to heal rather than suffer again, you can transform your whole life much faster.
What happens when you find the true tip of the pyramid?
- You clear one memory… and a hundred others vanish with it.
- You stop reacting with pain to the same words and situations.
- You regain not only calm – but strength.
You don’t need to know how. You don’t need to master therapy. You only need one act of courage:
Return to the moment where you first stopped being yourself.
Not every return hurts. But every return heals.
You may be afraid. You may know exactly where you don’t want to go back. To a street, a cemetery, a room, a forest. But the truth is simple: Healing is not about pain. Healing is about acceptance. And you can accept only what you stop avoiding.
Some paths back will make you cry. Others will make you laugh. But all of them will set you free.
This is not the end. It is a beginning.
Today I left the forest with empty hands – and the fullest heart in months. I didn’t bring mushrooms. I brought truth. And it sounded like this:
“You don’t need to fight. You need to return.”
So if you feel it’s time to stop struggling and start truly healing – maybe you don’t need to push forward. Maybe you only need to go back.
Home. To the place where you stopped being a child. To the place where your pain began.
And right there you will find the power to end it.
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