The Light We Carry: Holding Space in a Human Body

Author: Bianca Moeschinger
May 2025

“Hurt people hurt people.” It’s something we’ve heard before, but how often do we sit with what it really means?

We’re all human. Underneath every title—therapist, doctor, psychologist, healer, coach, counsellor, social worker, bodyworker—is a human being. One who breathes, bleeds, struggles, and doubts, just like everyone else. Yet, somewhere along the way, we’ve started expecting perfection from those who’ve committed their lives to helping others.

This blog is for both sides—for the one holding space, and the one falling apart. It’s for the ones who think they need saving, and the ones who are called to serve. Because at the end of the day, we are all doing our best with what we have. And often, we forget that.

Many years ago I became a psychosomatic therapist after my own fall from grace and a path that led me into an accelerated journey of self-discovery and qualification. Since that day, I’ve been walking the path of a light worker. I don’t see myself bound to a title for life—not just a bodyworker or therapist—but rather as a living, evolving being who chooses to be a beacon of light. This path is organic, and it keeps changing as I grow. I choose to live with the light turned on brightly inside me and offer my presence, skill, and care to those seeking their way home, in whatever form that may take. Like the butterfly effect, every gentle action—each moment of presence, each space of listening—can ripple out in ways we may never fully see. I don't see this as a fixed role, but a dance with life itself—a call to show up as a living light, adapting and unfolding moment by moment.

On this path, I’ve had countless experiences—many of which are hard to put into words. Some would call them cathartic, profound, even rebirth-like. In these moments, I’ve witnessed people find the strength and courage to face their deepest emotional history. And within that, they re-pair—with their soul, their inner light, and their humanity.

As many extraordinary experiences as I’ve had, I’ve also stood in the fire—facing fear, projection, disbelief. I’ve been seen as the enemy, the one not to be trusted, the one who was hurting them. This journey is a rite of passage, undertaken by will. I don’t do the work to someone—I simply bring all the parts of their being together so that healing can occur. The rest is up to them.

My strongest asset is my heart and the faith I have in my connection. When I touch and connect with another human being, I feel their nervous system. I feel their fear, shame, sadness, rage—the entire emotional landscape, most of which they are so disconnected from, they don’t even realise it’s there. Re-pairing is coming back home.

And so, this is the work. A returning, a re-meeting. It’s a dance with trust and truth. And it begins with presence—our willingness to stay, to feel, and to keep walking.

But the light doesn’t only illuminate the healing. It also exposes the shadows. When you walk through the world as a light, you will attract everything—beauty and pain, trust and fear, gratitude and projection. The more open you are, the more life flows through you—and the more likely you are to awaken what others have kept hidden.

Some will be drawn to your warmth. Others may turn against it, because light reveals. It calls the soul forward, but not everyone is ready. And in that dissonance, you may be seen as the enemy.

It’s not personal. It’s the process. As practitioners, we hold the paradox: we become mirrors, containers, and catalysts. Our presence might soothe or trigger. But we don’t control how someone meets their own truth.

And still, we stay. We learn to carry the light—not to fix, not to save—but to remind others that their own light still lives inside them.

This is not a perfect path. It’s a path of profound humanity. And in every encounter, we are invited to return to it again and again—with open hands and a steady heart.

We all carry light inside of us. For some, that light is a priority—tended to, bright, and steady. For others, it flickers in the background, quiet and dim, not because it isn't there, but because it hasn’t been nourished. That light isn’t a measure of worth. It is a measure of awareness. And when we begin to tend to it—moment by moment—we realise we have always had the capacity to become a beacon. Not to shine for others alone, but to live fully lit from within, for ourselves first.

And in doing so, we begin to meet others from a deeper place—not perfection, but presence. And presence is where real change begins.

So if you are someone who holds space for others—whether professionally, in your community, or simply by being the one people turn to—know this: your light is not here to be perfect. It's here to be present. That presence is enough. That willingness to stay open, to keep showing up even when it’s hard, is a profound act of service.

At the same time, don’t forget your own humanness. Let your own light be tended to. Find the people, the practices, and the places that refill your well. Because carrying the light is not about burning out—it’s about learning to live illuminated, not inflamed.

The light we carry is a choice. A daily one. A soulful one. One that asks us to honour the full spectrum of being alive—joy and pain, clarity and confusion, trust and fear—and still choose to walk forward, hand on heart, light intact.

This is where the real work begins. Not in the moments when everything flows easily, but in the quiet choices we make when no one is watching. To keep the light on. To stay with ourselves. And to meet each other, again and again, with grace.

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