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Your Body Isn’t Betraying You. It’s Releasing What It Couldn’t Before There’s a moment in healing that almost no one prepares you for. You finally slow down. You start therapy. You meditate. You breathe. You commit to “doing the work.” And instead of feeling better, your body reacts. Anxiety spikes. Emotions feel closer to the surface. Old grief shows up unexpectedly. Your body feels louder, more sensitive, more reactive. The thought comes quickly: Something is wrong with me.

Faith was never meant to live only in the mind. It was meant to live in the body. In the rhythm of your breath, in the beating of your heart, in the peace that settles over you when you finally stop running and remember: God is here. Long before Jesus ever preached a sermon, the Torah was already teaching the nervous system how to rest in God. Every Sabbath command, “Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy” (Exodus 20:8) , wasn’t just about religious rulekeeping. It was an anci

Let’s be real. Empathy isn’t trending. What is?  “Look at me” energy disguised as healing Selfies with captions like “healing era” while avoiding literally every real emotion Hustle culture pretending it’s purpose Bitchy brunch gossip under the label of “just venting” Shaming people online as a form of self-soothing And my personal favorite...emotional shutdown in a glittery, positive package We’re out here performing wholeness while secretly drowning. We’ve been taught that

Let’s get something straight: If you’ve ever thought, “Why the hell can’t I just get it together?” or “I know better, so why do I keep  doing this?” This is for you. You're not lazy. You're not crazy. You're not broken. You're just running on some outdated programming your subconscious picked up when you were trying to survive , not thrive. And guess what? That programming is LOUD. It’s the voice that says: “You better not rock the boat.” “If they’re mad, it’s your fault.” “K

Discovering the Real Benefits of Meditation If there’s one practice that flipped my entire life on its head — in the best way — it’s meditation. And no, not the “sit like a perfect monk on a mountaintop” version. I’m talking about the real-life, messy, sometimes-I-cry-through-it kind of meditation. The kind where you finally slow down enough to hear your own thoughts...and actually deal with them instead of trying to outrun them. Meditation didn’t just help me chill out. It

Your instinct is more than reaction—it’s a mirror. Not long ago, my boyfriend, Jeff, and I had one of those conversations that catches you off guard. The kind that lays bare the architecture of how we think and feel. We were talking about instincts, and how differently we experience the world. He paused, then gave an example that stopped me in my tracks. He said, “If someone broke into the house and shot you, your first thought would be, ‘Why would they do that?’   You’d be

I thought keeping the peace was the noble thing to do. If I could stay agreeable, quiet, and helpful, I’d be safe. Maybe I’d be loved. But here’s the truth I never saw coming: All that peacekeeping just made me explosive. I’d swallow my needs, silence my truth, push down every single feeling and then lash out at the people I loved most… at the worst  possible times. Not because I was angry at them. But because I was angry I kept disappearing for everyone else. People-pleasing

Sobriety changed my life. When I stopped drinking, I started to truly wake up...physically, mentally, and spiritually. The fog lifted, and I began to feel everything I’d spent years trying to numb. That alone was a massive freaking shift. Trust me! But even in my sobriety, I realized I was still carrying so much underneath. Emotions I didn’t know how to process, stories I didn’t know how to release, and patterns I didn’t yet understand. That’s when I discovered shadow work. A

There was a time when I mistook fear for truth. Shame felt holy, and I thought following the rules meant I was doing life “right.” Questioning those rules? That meant I was broken, rebellious, and damaged. Because that’s what we were taught, right? “Fear God.” “Don’t question authority.” “Get a good, reputable job... even if the company lacks integrity.” “Stay small, stay silent, stay agreeable... and you’ll be safe.” But I don’t believe we’re meant to fear God. We’re meant t

No one tells you that after you surrender, you open a whole new world of even more unhealed issues. After the moment of clarity, the purpose, and the divine knowing that you are here to heal and help others, comes the unraveling. It is loud, brutal, and right in your face! It’s as if my soul had finally whispered, “This is who you really are.” But my body, my nervous system, and my mind were still stuck in the trenches of trauma, hormones, and a lifetime of being in survival

Because rock bottom isn't an ending...it's an invitation from God to release the version of you that was built from survival, not truth. My Struggles in My 20s I spent most of my 20s spiraling out of control. I was running from pain, chasing validation, and numbing feelings I didn’t know how to express. The drinks, the drama, the detours… I was in survival mode without even realizing it. Then, toward the end of my 20s, everything shifted. I got pregnant with my son when I was

How I Forgot Who I Was While Trying to Survive I was a rebellious teen with my head lost in the clouds. I turned to alcohol at a young age...at first because it was “fun,” then because it became my “escape,” and eventually, my “medicine” to deal with the depression, anxiety, and every other mental health label doctors decided to slap on me. Labels that made it easier for them to justify their billing codes and convince me that I WAS in fact defective and would need medication

Let’s be honest... Sometimes it’s not just the big traumatic moments that wear us down the most. It's the constant  drip of everyday expectations. The subtle ways we betray ourselves trying to keep the peace. The emotional labor we carry (usually unknowingly) for everyone else. The pressure to smile, show up, do more, be better, look perfect...All while quietly unraveling inside. I don’t know about you, but I’ve spent way too much of my life trying to be a version of me that

Let’s just get this out of the way: Hypnotherapy is not  about swinging watches, mind control, or clucking like a chicken. (Unless you’re into that. No judgment.) If you're here, chances are you're curious about hypnotherapy… or maybe slightly skeptical but something inside you whispered, “This might be exactly what I need.”  Either way, you’re in the right place. As someone who used to be the biggest overthinker in the room, I get it — the subconscious mind sounds mystical a