Mola Mola – Re:Mind Studio

The Moment I Speak, My Body Returns There Whenever I tried to tell my story, my heart would race, my fingertips would grow cold, and my mind would go blank. People call this “emotions surfacing,” but for me, my body was literally returning to that day. A traumatized nervous system remembers the “act of speaking”…

The Trap of the Phrase “Everyone Else is Struggling Too” When I speak of my pain, the common response is: “I’m struggling too. Everyone is.” But that statement assumes a world of healthy nervous systems. For them, being tired leads to sleep; crying leads to relief; resting leads to recovery. Their bodies possess the resilience…

Those Who Only Stop After Collapsing I always held on until the very end. Even when my body sent signals, even when my heart whispered, “This isn’t right,” I repeated the mantra: “Just a little more.” In the end, I could only stop when neuralgia flared up and dissociation took over. Only then did I…

I Disappeared, but the World Remained As a child, I learned how to disappear. By shrinking my presence, I could avoid being hit; by withholding my words, I could evade anger. It was a skill for survival. Yet, that disappearance was not a total extinction; it was the trace of an existence that endured for…

The World That Stays Even After You Leave Environment is more than just “external conditions.” It is the rhythm, temperature, language, scent, and rules that once shaped who I am. I believe I have left that world, but that world has not left me. My parents’ voices, the air inside my home, the daily patterns…