07/25/2025
For years, I lived in chronic pain. Long before the concussion that changed everything.
It was the little things at first… the skin rashes no one could explain, the gut issues, panic attacks that hit out of nowhere, muscles that always felt tight, sleep that never came, post postpartum depression that rocked me to my core...
And then the head injury came, and it turned my entire world upside down.
This was my breaking point. But it was also the thing that cracked me open. It woke me up.
And it was the beginning of my becoming.
The pain that followed was unbearable. I would find myself on my knees just begging for a break. For one moment of peace. Just one hour where I didn’t have to fight my own body.
There were times I didn’t know how I’d make it through. Not because I didn’t want to live, but because I couldn’t see a way out of the suffering. That level of desperation changes you. And it’s something I carry so much compassion for now in others who are suffering.
No one prepares you for how lonely concussion recovery can be. The vision issues, the overstimulation, the never-ending pain, the way even the sound of your own child’s laughter can bring you to tears. I lost words. Lost my sense of direction. Lost myself.
But this injury forced me to face everything I’d been avoiding. It stirred up the trauma I’d buried deep. I had no choice but to slow down and feel it all.
That’s when I found my work- mindful movement, breathwork, somatic healing, and a new way of BEING. One rooted in softness, presence, and trust.
I stopped trying to fight my body and I started listening to it. Loving it.
And slowly… I started to rebuild.
So if you’re in the thick of it, lost in chronic pain, illness, or the fog of healing, I want you to know: I see you. I hear you. I’ve been where you are…
You’re not broken. You are becoming.
And I promise you… there is a way through this 🖤
