12/21/2025
I used to think my body was stubborn. That my tension was holding me together. That I was a cold, bundled-up Wisconsinite, permanently guarded.
Turns out — I was living in a braced pattern.
When I stopped trying to fix it, to force myself to loosen up, to be more flexible, to do more yoga, to shove those shoulders down from my ears…
and instead learned to support my nervous system,
my fascia unwound.
Not overnight. But in deliberate, repeated mini-resets throughout the day, whenever I noticed that I was hunched up or stressed out or anxious-for-no-reason.
No forcing. No fixing. Just safety signals, over and over and over. Safety squeezes. Gentle, kind proprioceptive signals to let my body know that I’m okay. This moment is okay. Even if this moment is hard or annoying.
That’s when I truly understood:
healing isn’t something you do TO your body —
it’s something you allow.