01/16/2026
This is Deb Barb's story.
She will be available for rolfing and yoga sessions next month.
I had a few good friends remind me this week how powerful my story is, and how it is the foundation for my new life and business endeavors. I don’t have to use ai, or marketing gimmicks. I don’t have to sell anyone anything. I don’t need to make a TikTok or create trendy content. I can just be me, let people see me, and decide for themselves if I am a person they feel aligned to work with on their wellness journey.
But I’ve been so uncomfortable being me. And letting people see me. I let a lot of myself out during my long covid battle. And while I received a great deal of support along the way, I was also called a liar, invalidated, told to f**k off, abandoned and judged harshly for speaking my truth. Sometimes by people I loved and trusted the most.
I have lost my career, my partner, my communities, my home and my sense of self over the last few years. My body has undergone a transformation my brain is still trying to understand.
In 2025 my first iteration of a holistic wellness business failed. My time as an alumni adjunct instructor at Hiram College came to an unfortunate end. I lost more friends. A major trauma that occurred in my twenties resurfaced, re-wounded and demanded much of my energy once again.
In November I celebrated my 5 year Covid-versary in isolation. The very next day I had meetings with two different institutions about the harm I was caused by harassment from men in positions of power at said institutions.
A few days after that, I hit the road with Patches to return to Colorado to give myself space to heal and recover.
I’ve been doing my work. Therapies, clean diet, sobriety, exercise, nature, mindfulness, presence and exploration. Movement is my medicine. I’m remembering how to be comfortable with myself and feel my emotions without trying to change them. The only way out is through.
Today I’m reminded that hurt people hurt people. Healed people heal people. And empowered women empower women. I’ve been all of them and I’ve experienced all of them.
I’m thankful for the healed people who have helped me heal. And especially for the empowered women who have empowered me. Sharing your stories of overcoming illness, loss, and trauma have given me the courage to overcome my own. I hope sharing mine offers the same to someone else.
I am releasing the traumas stored within this body. I will no longer hide myself out of shame or fear of being judged or exploited. I won’t hide to meet other people’s expectations. I’m no longer held to the unhealthy teacher standards regarding women having the freedom to exist comfortably in their own damned bodies.
What people think when they see me or read my story is no longer my concern. Think I’m too skinny? I’m too strong? I’m too tattooed? Idc😃
I can move and breathe with ease in this body. I am strong in this body. I am safe here.
I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor. I will keep moving forward. I will celebrate my victories. One day at a time.
Anyone who wants to work together on their wellness journey, and embrace survivorship in community, I’ll be home in Feb. Let’s walk, talk, eat and heal together. You’re all invited to the party. BYO story.
Books will be open again soon for rolfing, virtual and in-person 1-on-1 yoga if you’re into that, stay tuned.