12/20/2025
āIām so fu*cking unhappy. Iāve tried everything and nothing is helping.ā
I screamed this into my phone as a final cry for help before calling the su***de hotline. I didnāt expect it to change my life, just to give me a reason to stay a little longer.
They talked me into pulling off the road and i stepped out of my car at an overlook above a lake. It was silent and freezing. I remember being so cold and grateful to feel something.
In that stillness, I felt myself come back. Uncomfortable, but alive.
I breathed icy air as it pinneedled through my throat, chest, and belly. I sobbed as if i was a waterfall pouring into Lake Mary. I trembled and shook as if my body was creating the current of the ripples beneath me.
And for the first time, I surrendered to my bodies cuesā¦ and it changed my life.
I didnāt have language for it then. I hadnāt heard of somatic work. But it felt natural. Primitive. Like something I had been yearning for.
Before this, Iād done all the therapy since a young teenager. DBT, CBT, all the f*cking BTs. What they taught me was how to internally coerce myselfā¦ To manipulate my thoughts instead of honoring what my body was holding. So the feelings stayedā¦ and stacked.
Somatic work was the missing piece. Not a fix all, but a return to the core. It created a true holistic, trauma informed way of listening instead of forcing.
And through years of study and cultivation, I get to offer that same balanced approach as a somatic practitioner and integrative peer support guide. And I am deeply grateful to hold this space for others.
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Part brain. Part body. Fully heart guided.
