Blessed By Jess

12/31/2025

Still have a few hours to nominate!! Winners will be announced tomorrow!! Good luck!! And have a safe, blessed and happy new year!!

12/31/2025

✨ Happy New Year! ✨
May your new year be filled with love, laughter, and many blessings.

Thank you to all my current and future clients for your continued support and trust. I truly look forward to serving you and helping you prioritize self-care in 2026.

Wishing you a year of relaxation, healing, and abundance.
Many blessings! 💆🏽‍♀️✨

12/28/2025

Thank you to all of my amazing clients for your patience and understanding while I healed from my medical procedure. I’m so happy to share that I’ll be taking appointments again starting the week of January 6!

I can’t wait to see you all—I’ve truly missed you and can’t wait to get back to helping you relax, reset, and feel your best 💆🏽‍♀️✨

📲 Call or text 361-594-6586 to book
⚠️ Limited availability—spots will fill quickly!

12/28/2025

Still have a few days to nominate someone deserving for my Christmas giveaway!

12/25/2025

Wishing all my clients, friends and family a blessed and Merry Christmas!!

12/23/2025

Still have time to nominate for my Christmas giveaway.

12/14/2025

Give the gift of rest, relaxation, and renewal this holiday season 🤍
Blessed By Jess Massage Therapy gift certificates make the perfect gift for anyone on your list.
🎁 Gift certificates available now.
📲 Call/text 361-594-6586 or DM me to purchase.

12/14/2025

🎄 Blessed by Jess Massage Therapy – Christmas Raffle 🎄

Treat yourself or someone you love to the ultimate relaxation package!

🎁 Enter for a chance to WIN:
✨ 6 – One-Hour Massages
✨ 6 – 1.5-Hour Massages
💰 Valued at $1,250
✨Total of 12 massages!!

Each massage includes:
✨ Hot Towels
✨ Hot Stones
✨ Aromatherapy

🎟️ $25 per spot
🎟️ Only 50 spots available

Payment Options:
• CashApp: $kdxnr
• Venmo: -Saenz-21

Once all spots are filled, the winner(s) will be drawn!

Thank you for supporting Blessed by Jess Massage Therapy—your support is truly appreciated 💚❤️

📲 Text or call: 361-594-6586 with any questions.

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12/10/2025

❤️

Confessions of a Myofascial Trigger Point

I was never meant to be permanent. I began as a moment, a response, a slight tightening when holding felt safer than releasing. At first, it was subtle, just a brief pause in the tissue's rhythm. But the body asked me to stay. So I did. I shortened my fibers, thickened my layers, and held the chemistry still. I became a place where the river slowed and gathered its weight.

The body learned to move around me. Fascia stiffened along familiar lines, rerouting tension and sensation elsewhere. Pain drifted outward, tracing old pathways through the shoulder, jaw, back, or breath. I wasn’t creating chaos. I was containing it. I held pressure because something inside wasn’t ready to let go.

Then the hands came, not hurried, not demanding. They rested with warmth and attention, and I felt the first change before I understood it. Compression softened the alarm. The nervous system quieted its vigilance. Hyaluronic layers warmed and began to slide. A gentle current brushed past me as the fascial wave moved through the body, reminding the tissue of motion I thought had been lost.

When the wave reached me, it paused. I was seen. The hands didn’t press me deeper into holding. Instead, they slipped beneath me, lifting me gently toward the bone. The pressure shifted in different directions, changing the shape of everything I had been holding together. My fibers lengthened. Blood returned. Chemistry softened. I felt warmth where there had been tightness and a trembling where there had been certainty.

I tried to stay. Old patterns don’t dissolve easily. But time was offered instead of force. Breath moved. Electrical chatter quieted. The nervous system loosened its grip on the story I had been carrying. Slowly, and with only a little drama on my part, I melted. The dam cracked, and the water I had been holding found its way forward again.

As I released, the river surged outward, carrying the change through the fascial lines that connect the whole body. Where I once stood, there was space, warmth, and movement.

I was never the enemy; I was the pause that kept the body safe until it was ready. And when it was finally met with patience, presence, and understanding of a healer like you, I let go. The river remembered itself, and so did I.