The first time I tried to meditate, I lasted less than five minutes before tears started streaming down my face.
My inner voice was brutal:
“Nancy, what is wrong with you? This should be simple. Just quiet your mind.”
But the more I tried, the louder everything got — thoughts spinning, emotions churning, like a full-force hurricane inside my head. I remember feeling ashamed, frustrated, even a little scared by how out of control it felt.
That moment stayed with me for years. I thought peace was something other people could find — not me.














