Healing Songs Therapy

09/05/2025

Against overwhelming odds, one of my clients continues to fight with courage and strength—and now she needs us to stand with her.

Friends,

I’d like to share with you a need that is very close to my heart. One of my long-term clients has faced more hardship in recent years than most people could imagine.

She was recently diagnosed with a rare disease with no known cure. Doctors have told her that, over time, she may lose the full use of her arms and legs, and she’s already lost the full use of her abdomen and shoulders. After putting everything on the line, she was accepted into a medical research trial that shows some promise, but the outcome is still uncertain.

Not long after starting this trial, she received another devastating diagnosis: cancer. She fought through it courageously and is now cancer-free, but the toll of treatment, constant travel to the out-of-state hospital where the research trial is conducted, and ongoing medical demands has left her physically exhausted and financially depleted.

Layered on top of these medical struggles is the weight of a history of abuse. Before her diagnoses, she had just fled a life-long system of sexual, physical, spiritual, and emotional abuse. She came to my practice showing extraordinary resilience and determination to heal. Therapy, especially EMDR, became a lifeline in helping her begin to recover. But over the past year, with the overwhelming costs of medical treatment and unemployment, she has not been able to continue therapy. The progress she made through therapy was what allowed all the hardship to become bearable. Now, in the midst of the painful demands of treatment, she needs therapy more than ever.

That’s why I started the Healing Songs “Give a Song” Fund. This fund helps cover the cost of therapy for those who are fighting not only for their health, but for their wholeness and future.

We are asking for your partnership. Any gift, large or small, will go directly toward providing her the therapy she needs to keep moving forward.

Your contribution is more than financial—it tells her she is not forgotten, that her story matters, and that she is not fighting alone.

If you’d like to give, you can do so here: https://share.google/yDayqFCv9Zq9J7C2O. Please designate by tagging it with “EMDR for rare disease client.”

Thank you for considering joining me in supporting her journey toward healing and hope.

With gratitude,
Danny

03/14/2025

The stories we tell ourselves shape everything—our confidence, relationships, and even our faith. If we let past wounds define us, they can contort our self-narrative, keeping us trapped in an identity shaped by pain. But we aren’t bound to those old scripts.

A recent Psychology Today article explored Citizen Kane and how unresolved trauma shapes the meaning we assign to our lives. Charles Foster Kane spent his life chasing success, but his deepest wounds—symbolized by his childhood sled, "Rosebud"—kept him trapped in a story of loss and inadequacy. His achievements couldn’t heal the emptiness inside him.

I get that struggle. There have been moments in my life where betrayal tried to convince me that love couldn’t be trusted, where rejection tried to tell me I didn’t belong, where loss tried to whisper that I was on my own. But I’ve learned that healing isn’t about proving anything—it’s about rewriting our story according to the truth of who we were always meant to be. God established our identity long before we were born, rooted in love and purpose. When we shift our perspective from one shaped by past hurt to one based on life-giving truth, we step into the freedom we were made for.

What story have you been telling yourself? And more importantly, is it the one you want to live by?

What’s your “Rosebud”? Discover how unresolved trauma shapes our drive for success—and why it might never bring true happiness.

09/26/2024

It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn't heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore's stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

"Hello Eeyore," said Pooh.

"Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet," said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

"We just thought we'd check in on you," said Piglet, "because we hadn't heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay."

Eeyore was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?" he asked, eventually. "Well, I don't know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now."

Pooh looked at Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"We're sitting here with you," said Pooh, "because we are your friends. And true friends don't care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are."

"Oh," said Eeyore. "Oh." And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There.

No more; no less.

(A.A. Milne, E.H. Shepard)

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