I didn’t set out to build a platform. I set out to survive, through rhythm, through memory, through story. What began in silence and rupture slowly became a system: breath, pattern, metaphor, and movement. I spent years learning to name what I’d already lived. Then I began to build what I had always needed. Currents of Becoming is the space I never had, a place where nervous systems are honoured, language returns, and the path of becoming is not explained, but remembered. If you’re here, you already feel it: something old is ending, and something honest wants to begin.