12/03/2026
The truth about being a space holder that nobody talks about…
Today I feel like s**t 💩
I’m sick… 3 days out from sitting in ceremony with women I deeply care about. My body is uncomfortable, my nervous system is loud, and old freeze responses are mobilizing in ways that feel messy and hard.
Anger is coming up.
Sadness is coming up.
My human brain wants to create a story about why. It wants to make logic of the sensations in my body.
The deeper truth I know through this work is that not everything moving through us belongs to the present moment.
Sometimes the body is simply finishing something that was never allowed to complete.
Unfelt emotions finally getting their turn.
This is the part of healing people don’t always see. The woman holding space is also a human being feeling her own waves.
Some days the work feels expansive, blissful, magical.
Other days it looks like this… bathrobe, tired eyes, letting the feelings move through.
It’s hard, but… I trust the process.
There’s an old saying that pain shared is pain divided. When we allow ourselves to be witnessed in our humanity, something softens. The load gets lighter.
So if you’re moving through something heavy right now… know this.
You’re not broken.
You’re not going backwards.
Your body might just be completing something old.
I can do hard things.
You can do hard things too.
Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is stop pretending we’re fine and let ourselves be seen.
That’s exactly why I created House of Medicine.
A free space where women can share honestly about what they’re moving through, without judgment, without pretending, without trying to fix each other.
If this message lands in your heart, comment any 💜 below and I’ll send you the link to join my free House of Medicine community, where women are gathering to share what’s real and support each other through the messy, beautiful process of healing.
You don’t have to carry it alone.
