My name is Annemieke Romeijn.

I was born in rural Friesland in 1967, in a strictly Christian family. The happy sixties and seventies took place at an inconceivable distance from where I grew up. I was good at school, I could study anything. But my deepest concerns were about God.

Unfortunately, the theologians at the university of Amsterdam were not as tolerant as I had anticipated. My thesis about Karl Marx and his critique on religion was scornfully rejected. My graduation felt like a farce.

I became a minister nonetheless. The church that hired me was more liberal than university: questions about the relationship between modern science and spiritual experience were debated vividly. I did all the things ministers have been doing over the ages, whilst raising questions rather than imparting answers. My sermons would be based on Winnie the Pooh, letters from Albert Einstein, books from Dorris Lessing and occasionally the bible or the Bhagavad Gita.

In 2007 however, I had to conclude that all these liberties could not lift me over the deeply rooted christian template, with Christmas and Eastern. I left the church for good.

I did need lots of therapy after that. After a while I became aware of how I had neglected the innate wisdom of my body and how, more importantly, my sense of health functioned as a guiding principle rather than the idea of a (missing) God. This rather profound insight prompted me to study BCST therapy in London.