“The true healer wasn't the one I found in a retreat.
It was the deeply human neighbour who never ascended.
But awakened to being human.”
Yvon Helena
I write about what I once held within.
Intimate meetings that changed me,
the discovery of unexplored desire,
the thoughts that carried shame,
healing spaces that became unsafe,
and the moments when
I had to face life — and death — alone.
I tell the stories I carried in silence,
so that we may meet each other
without the masks we wear in
love, healing, spirituality, or survival.
Stories written from the longing...
....to be human.
A new home for my writing is taking shape
© Yvon Helena 2026
I write about what I once held within.
Intimate meetings that changed me,
the discovery of unexplored desire,
the thoughts that carried shame,
healing spaces that became unsafe,
and the moments when
I had to face life — and death — alone.
I tell the stories I carried in silence,
so that we may meet each other
without the masks we wear in
love, healing, spirituality, or survival.
Stories written from the longing...
....to be human.
A new home for my writing
is taking shape
Yvon Helena