02/02/2026
What if healing looked like this moment?
Sunlight on my face, bare feet grounded into a worn rug. Herbal tea steaming beside me. My client and I, both a little messy. Both a little raw. No scripts. Just real talk, stories, laughter, and those quiet pauses where something finally shifts.
Here's the truth. Most days, I’m not floating in bliss or chanting mantras. I’m holding space for women who are tired of pretending they’re fine. I’m writing in my battered notebook, untangling my own knots, so I can meet you in yours.
You’re not broken. You’re just stuck. Your body is asking for something real—connection, safety, a place to land.
If you’re ready to stop running on empty and want to see what this kind of support actually feels like, DM me. Let’s make space for your story.
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