04/24/2026
I’ve used the word “healing” in my shares, but today something felt off and I sat with it, reflecting and it just landed differently. That word…I’ve had this feeling for a while and I have shared a time or two before my beliefs around “healing”….but another layer came through for me today.
Healing presupposes something I don’t resonate with….It implies you are broken, that you are damaged, that somewhere on the other side of “enough work”, you will finally arrive.
Fixed….whole…done.
And I don’t believe that, because I know I was never broken and neither are the women I work with.
They are women who adapted brilliantly to the environments they were in. Who developed patterns that made complete sense at the time. Who learned, in bodies, in nervous systems, in the quietest and most cellular parts of themselves, that shrinking was safer than standing.
That is not damage, that is some badass intelligence right there.
And the work we do together isn’t about fixing any of it, you’ve heard me say this before, it’s never been about eradicating any parts of ourselves, never….but rather about shifting the relationship to those parts.
But first we must understand them, thank them for what they protected us from. And creating enough safety in the body that they feel they can finally, slowly and safely,rest.
That’s not really healing, that’s a returning…to the parts of yourself that went quiet so everyone else could be comfortable, to the voice that stopped speaking because speaking felt too costly, to the version of you that existed before she decided she was too much, or not enough, or both at the same time.
She was never gone, she was just waiting for a different kind of invitation.
Words hold a frequency and the frequency of “healing” feels dissonant for me….
We were never broken, we were always whole. And the work, whatever we call it, is just you remembering that.💜 {continued in comments}