Anna Bojaryn
From childhood pain to grounded spirituality. The story behind Tune Within.
there is something underneath it all that stays.
I choose to live. Fully.
I have a few vivid memories from my childhood — of being a joyful, creative, free-spirited child who loved nature and always wondered why people acted the way they did. From a young age, I remember observing others, often feeling as though I wasn’t from this planet.
I was the child who would make sure the animals were fed. Who felt responsible. Who helped. That stayed with me.
Growing up was both love and pain. There were things I cherished… and things I didn’t understand. And for a long time, I carried both without knowing what to do with them.
I don’t remember exactly when the pain and suffering began, but it was early — because aside from a few happy memories, I also recall endless hours lying in bed or sitting on the floor, staring into nothingness, trapped in my thoughts. Or crying.
Why is it like this? What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I cope with this world and its people?
And I tried. I tried so hard. I worked myself to exhaustion just to escape those feelings and to fit in. Yet no matter what I did, those feelings kept returning.
Not because I was searching for healing. But because life stopped me.
In my late 20s, I was working in hospitality — long hours, long weeks. I had friends, a social life. On the surface, everything seemed okay. But inside, the pain was growing. It didn’t matter how many cigarettes I smoked or how many drinks I had — nothing truly dulled it.
And then my back pain began — so severe I could barely walk or work. That was the moment life forced me to stop. I landed in bed, and all the emotions I had been holding at bay overwhelmed me.
Until then, I had no real understanding of depression or mental health. I didn’t know healing existed. I honestly believed that life was just something you had to cope with.
It was during this time that I began exploring energy medicine and complementary therapies. Reiki, massage, chiropractic care. That’s when I decided psychology would be my new path. I enrolled in a Social Work foundation year.
Meanwhile, I continued exploring healing as a hobby — it simply felt good. I kept seeing advertisements for The College of Psychic Studies and their Healing course. It kept appearing.
Then came a defining moment. I asked myself: What will you do after your studies? And the answer came with such clarity — I will go and learn healing.
That moment changed everything.
I resigned from my university path — the one I had always dreamed of — and chose the one that my heart and soul were calling me toward. At the time, I barely understood what “Soul” meant. But for the first time, I felt like I could breathe.
That was the real beginning of my healing journey. Within weeks, I packed up and moved back to London. I never regretted choosing this path — because for the first time, I was truly following myself.
From 2013, I started understanding the deeper aspects of the Soul — how our energy is influenced by emotions, thoughts, experiences, and even the places and people around us. I learned about karma, past lives, Soul Retrievals — how we lose parts of ourselves through trauma and pain, and how healing can bring them back.
These past 12 years of study, practice, and life experience have felt like lifetimes wrapped into one.
When I started this journey, I was in pain. I felt lost. Many times, I wished I were dead. I believed I didn’t belong. My mind constantly told me I wasn’t enough. And worst of all — I believed those thoughts.
I numbed myself with work, with partying, with anything that distracted me from what my heart was feeling. I moved from place to place, restless — running away from something. Or maybe running toward something.
Instead of running, I started to feel. Instead of numbing, I started to let go. And that was uncomfortable. Raw. At times, lonely. But it was real.
I stopped searching for someone to hold me… and learned how to hold myself. I stopped looking for love outside… and started finding it within.
Many versions of me didn’t survive this journey. Old identities. Old beliefs. Old ways of being. Some fell away gently. Some had to break. There were times I thought it would never end.
A long night of the soul.
I woke up one day and felt good. Not because my life was perfect. Nothing magical had changed on the outside. But inside — everything was different. I felt connected. To myself. To life. To something greater.
And for the first time… I didn’t need permission to feel worthy. I just was.
Since then, something has been growing in me: Peace. Ease. Trust. Not because life is easy — but because I am no longer fighting it the same way.
I still feel deeply. I still learn. I still meet new layers. But I no longer want to live half-numb. I choose to live. Fully.
I am feeling truly privileged to have found a path I never dreamed of — one that is exciting and expanding, and that follows my Soul’s calling.
People often ask me — how much more do I have to work on myself? How long will it take? How many sessions do I need? I asked those questions many times too. Until I stopped — because I understood those questions come from impatience and the need to fix.
And healing isn’t about fixing. It is about reminding us how to feel again.
On the healing journey, what we call “working on ourselves” truly means meeting parts that were never met. Getting to spaces within ourselves that were never noticed or loved. Creating a different reality — not only for ourselves, but for the people around us, and for future generations.
We not only heal ourselves. In this way, we heal the world.
If you are somewhere on your path — feeling lost, tired, overwhelmed, or simply curious — maybe this is your moment to pause. To listen. To feel. Because something in you already knows.
