But if I’m being honest, the path to where I am today felt like the exact opposite. Instead, I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I didn’t even know there was a different way.
I never felt normal because nothing about my body was textbook. Irregular periods from the beginning, miscarriages, leaking, prolapses––I thought I was irrevocably broken and I just had to tolerate it.
When I was a little girl, I had a pink potty seat that made me feel safe. It came with us everywhere from family picnics to public restrooms. But then I started school, and my pink potty seat couldn’t come with me anymore.
I felt a wave of anxiety every time I walked into the bathroom. I taught myself how to hold it until I got home, no matter how badly I had to go. In fact, it got so bad that I ended up with painful bladder infections that landed me in the hospital. All because I was ashamed.
And the challenges didn’t end in childhood.
Years later, what was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life—the birth of my first child—became a deeply personal and traumatic experience. Beyond feeling dismissed, there were key issues that still affect my body to this day that I wasn’t informed of until after the birth of my second child.
In those uncertain hours and the difficult recovery that followed, I was frustrated that nobody was answering my questions. And what about these other women who are having similar issues or worse, and they’re being dismissed? We’re totally unseen.
I woke up to realize how much shit I had been quietly accepting in every area of my life, dismissing my feelings to fit the expectations around me.
It made me realize I wanted more. I needed something to change.
I tried exercising…or felt guilty when I wasn’t. I tried counseling. I tried a gratitude practice. I spent decades exploring everything Western medicine and alternative therapies had to offer.
It wasn’t until years later when I started paying attention to my own cycles, that I realized all of these practices were great, but I was so disconnected…from my body, from my pleasures, from connection to the bigger world around me.
Despite all of those practices, I still needed to go through my body to heal and be whole.
I kept thinking if I could just find that one key, it would unlock everything. What I found, though, is that each new thing just led me to another, and you keep discovering.
Life isn’t one thing. It’s cycles. It’s connection. And my job isn’t to help women find the one thing that will fix them. Because you were never broken in the first place.
Whether you’re dealing with leaking, prolapse, or pain, or need support through pregnancy and beyond, we both know it’s not just the one thing.
When I was a little girl, I had a pink potty seat that made me feel safe. It came with us everywhere from family picnics to public restrooms. But then I started school, and my pink potty seat couldn’t come with me anymore.
I felt a wave of anxiety every time I walked into the bathroom. I taught myself how to hold it until I got home, no matter how badly I had to go. In fact, it got so bad that I ended up with painful bladder infections that landed me in the hospital. All because I was ashamed.
And the challenges didn’t end in childhood.
Years later, what was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life—the birth of my first child—became a deeply personal and traumatic experience. Beyond feeling dismissed, there were key issues that still affect my body to this day that I wasn’t informed of until after the birth of my second child.
In those uncertain hours and the difficult recovery that followed, I was frustrated that nobody was answering my questions. And what about these other women who are having similar issues or worse, and they’re being dismissed? We’re totally unseen.
I woke up to realize how much shit I had been quietly accepting in every area of my life, dismissing my feelings to fit the expectations around me.
It made me realize I wanted more. I needed something to change.
I tried exercising…or felt guilty when I wasn’t. I tried counseling. I tried a gratitude practice. I spent decades exploring everything Western medicine and alternative therapies had to offer.
It wasn’t until years later when I started paying attention to my own cycles, that I realized all of these practices were great, but I was so disconnected…from my body, from my pleasures, from connection to the bigger world around me.
Despite all of those practices, I still needed to go through my body to heal and be whole.
I kept thinking if I could just find that one key, it would unlock everything. What I found, though, is that each new thing just led me to another, and you keep discovering.
Life isn’t one thing. It’s cycles. It’s connection. And my job isn’t to help women find the one thing that will fix them. Because you were never broken in the first place.
Whether you’re dealing with leaking, prolapse, or pain, or need support through pregnancy and beyond, we both know it’s not just the one thing.
Helping to get you comfortable in your own skin, begin to identify where you can experience more pleasure and where you’re tolerating discomfort…and ultimately discover your own path to healing.
Here are all the ways to work with me…
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