12/28/2025
Day 5 of 7
I used to think the word sanctuary belonged only to religion. I pictured incense, quiet halls, candlelight. Sacred, but distant. Not something I imagined for everyday life.
Shortly after my divorce, I saw this sign.
I donโt remember where I was or why I stopped. I just remember being drawn to it. Like my body recognized the word before my mind could explain it. I bought it without thinking too much about why.
But then I realized when I had asked my ex to leave, my home felt safe.. And the war inside my home ended. Not all the pain disappeared, but the fear did. The constant bracing. The vigilance. What moved in was something softer. Stillness. Safety. A quiet that felt like the lingering scent of incense after a room has been cleared. Peace for my child. And, slowly, peace for me.
Thatโs when the word sanctuary took on a new meaning.
A sanctuary isnโt about religion. Itโs about refuge. Itโs a place where the nervous system can finally stand down. Where you are no longer preparing for impact. Where you are allowed a respite after being in pain for far too long.
And one day, I realized this is exactly what I create in my treatment rooms.
When a woman has lived in pain long enough, her body forgets what safe feels like. Pain becomes the background noise of her life. When that pain eases, even slightly, something profound happens. Her shoulders drop. Her breath deepens. Her face softens. Itโs quiet. Itโs sacred.
That moment is healing. Not because everything is fixed, but because the war has paused.
That sign wasnโt decor.
It was a mirror.
Of how I live now.
Of how I care.
Of the sanctuaries I choose to create in my life with those and what I choose to include in my life.
Brazenly after my divorce - I would speak publicly and frequently about f*ck yes things only.
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My home
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My career
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My relationships
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My commitments
What I have and realized is f*ck yes is peace. Itโs quiet and profound and the feeling I want to be in and what I want to create for others.
Itโs in the new space Iโve created for myself with my life. And anything else is or it has to go.
Sanctuary has become not only one of my favorite words but a way of life. โฅ๏ธ