“My body failed me.”

I hear this phrase often, and every time my reaction is the same: our bodies don’t fail us—if anything, we fail our bodies.

We fail them when we lose connection, when we stop listening, when we forget they are part of us.

For some, the body carries challenges from birth—struggles others may never know. In those cases, the work is acceptance: learning to live with and even honor the struggles we were given.

For others, disconnection is the issue. Over time, neglect or avoidance creates suffering—the very consequences of being out of touch with ourselves.

But no matter what the condition of the body, the invitation is the same: to reconnect, to bring love and acceptance to our struggles, and to remember that our bodies are not separate from us.

Our bodies don’t struggle. We struggle.