02/01/2026
âĽď¸ D e b r i e f
Thereâs a reason revisiting your birth story can feel equal parts terrifying and relieving. Itâs not because you failed, or because youâre âdwelling.â Itâs because birth imprints itself on the body in ways polite conversation never quite captures.
So many women walk around carrying a story that was rushed, dismissed, reframed by someone else⌠or never truly witnessed at all. And the nervous system does what nervous systems do â it stores the pieces we didnât have the capacity to process at the time.
Thatâs where a debrief can be magic.
Not the tick-box version.
The real kind.
The kind where your words arenât edited, where your instincts are believed, where someone finally says, âthat makes sense,â and you watch your shoulders drop a few millimetres because⌠it does make sense.
Over the years, sitting with women in these conversations has shown me something quiet and powerful:
When you tell the truth of what happened without being minimised or judged, your body finds a way to exhale.
When the missing context lands â the physiology, the system pressures, the why behind the chaos â the story rearranges itself into something that feels less like an open wound and more like a chapter you can actually hold.
Exploring your experience doesnât erase it.
It just gives it shape.
And when something has shape, it stops looming like a shadow and starts becoming something you can understand, integrate, and move forward from.
Healing isnât forgetting.
Healing is being met.
