13/05/2025
When I was 6, I was so excited when my dad promised to take me to Disneyland Orlando that summer. But the trip never happened. It was just another broken promise. And little me quietly tucked that disappointment away.
Fast forward to 2013, I took myself off to Orlando, having saved up my wages and back when I had no outgoings 🤣 Not because I had something to prove, but because I owed it to her. That little girl who was still waiting, still dreaming.
Why am I sharing this?
As a massage and facial therapist, I see that same moment unfold again and again—clients come in carrying tension not just in their muscles, but in their hearts. They open up. They trust. And I’m reminded of that 6-year-old me, holding space without judgment, just with care.
I’m not sharing this for sympathy—I’m sharing because connection is powerful. Your stories matter. Your healing matters. And I’m honored to be part of that journey with you.
This work is personal to me. Thank you for trusting me with your stories, just as I’m learning to trust you with mine.
P.S feel free to laugh at my petrified face on the hulk 🤣
