Not Expecting Such Peace
I Only Booked Because I Was Curious
I’ll be honest — I only booked because I was curious. I’d read a few things online and thought, yeah right, sounds a bit airy-fairy. I’m not into that kind of stuff.
But something about the way it was written stuck with me. Maybe I was just tired of being angry all the time.
I walked in with my guard up, ready to call bullshit if it got weird. But it didn’t. There were no deep talks, no breathing lessons, no “how does that make you feel?” rubbish.
Just a bloke who met me where I was — calm, steady, no agenda.
The nudity part threw me at first. I thought it’d feel awkward or sexual. It wasn’t. It was just… honest. Strange word to use, but that’s what it felt like. Nothing to hide behind.
For the first half hour, my mind wouldn’t shut up. Then something changed. The anger I’ve carried for years — the kind that hums under everything — just went quiet. Not gone, but quiet.
I can’t say I left a different man, but I left less wound up. Lighter, even. It wasn’t therapy, and it wasn’t some miracle cure. It was just real. And that’s rare.
If you’re like me — sceptical, stubborn, quick to judge — maybe that’s exactly why you should try it.
Nothing to lose, and maybe something to finally stop fighting.
Second Time Round
I wasn’t sure I’d go back. The first time did something, but I couldn’t say what. Weeks went by and I kept thinking about it — not in a heavy way, just a kind of pull. So I booked again.
This time felt different before it even started. I wasn’t braced for anything. No need to prove a point. I just showed up.
Funny thing is, the quiet hit me faster. Like my body remembered how to stop fighting before my head did.
There’s nothing to “do” there, which still messes with me a bit. I’ve spent my whole life fixing things — people, jobs, messes I made myself.
Sitting still feels wrong at first, like I’m wasting time. But then I realise that’s the point. To stop wasting myself.
The naked part didn’t even cross my mind this time. It just felt normal — two people being human. No performance. No story.
When I left, I didn’t feel healed or enlightened, just… steady. My temper doesn’t flare as quick now. I listen more. Maybe that’s what peace actually is — not calm seas, but knowing the waves don’t own you.
I don’t know if I’ll go again soon, but it’s good to know it’s there. A place where nothing’s expected, and somehow that’s enough.
