27/03/2026
Yesterday I took my beautiful 88-year-old uncle out for his birthday.
Looking at this photo above takes my breath away.
This was taken a very long time ago, when I was so poorly I could barely stand.
I lost my dad and my brother suddenly, and the grief shattered my relationship with food and with my own body. I was completely lost in the darkness.
But look at my uncleâs arms around me.
He held me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Yesterday, the roles reversed.
I got to hold space for him the exact same way he once held me.
That full-circle moment reminded me why I now do what I do.
Vulnerability isnât weakness.
Itâs the bravest thing we can offer.
When we share our darkness honestly, we give others permission to believe thereâs light on the other side.
Iâm living proof.
Breathwork, movement, and touch became my greatest teachers.
They gently brought me back home to my body and taught me how to feel again.
They showed me that even in the deepest grief, light is always there⌠you just have to keep choosing to look for it.
Every client who walks through my door carries their own story, their own quiet strength, and their own desire to feel more at home in their body.
I see them. I feel the courage it takes to show up for yourself.
And I know from my own journey the deep healing and power that lives on the other side of pain.
It was so lovely looking back at how far I have come.