In the medicine world, the word “integration” gets thrown around like confetti.

But let me be honest—real integration isn’t sexy. It’s not a hashtag or a vibe. 
It’s work. Sacred work. Daily work. The kind that meets you in your relationships, your routines, your nervous system, and your shadow.

Integration is what happens *after* the ceremony ends—when the visions fade and you’re left with the raw clay of your life, ready to be reshaped.

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### What Integration Actually Looks Like

It looks like breathwork on the floor when anxiety kicks up out of nowhere.

It looks like drinking cacao instead of picking a fight.

It looks like journaling the same damn story for the tenth time until it stops running your life.

It looks like setting boundaries with people you once let walk all over you—not because you don’t love them, but because you finally love yourself.

It looks like staying present with your child… when the old version of you would’ve checked out.

It looks like *walking with the medicine* even when you don’t feel like it.

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### My Integration Practice (Right Now)

Here’s what keeps me grounded:

– **Breathwork** – 3-part conscious breathing every morning before I do anything else.
– **Cold plunge** – To reset the system and remind my body it’s safe to feel.
– **Movement** – Not to chase a result, but to come back into my skin.
– **Cacao** – A heart-opening ritual that reconnects me to softness.
– **Journaling** – No filters. Just truth.
– **Brotherhood check-ins** – Because I’m not meant to walk this alone.

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🧘‍♂️ **Try This: Daily Integration Check-In**

Each night before bed, ask yourself:

1. What did I do today that honored my healing?
2. Where did I default to old patterns?
3. What do I need to forgive myself for?
4. How can I support my integration tomorrow?

Write it down. Or say it aloud. Let it become a ritual.

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You don’t need more medicine. 
You need to *become* the medicine. 
And that happens in the integration.

— Jesse