You used to look forward to it. The glass of wine at the end of a long week, the energy of a crowded room, the music turned up loud with the windows down on a long drive. These were the small pleasures that punctuated your…
You’re scrolling through your phone and there it is. Another healer’s post. A beautifully lit photograph, a glowing testimonial, a waiting list that’s apparently full until next year. Something shifts in your chest. A quiet tightening. Maybe a flash of something that feels like…
You wake up at 3am, heart somewhere between your chest and your throat, still holding the tail end of a dream that already feels more real than the room you’re lying in. The people in it were faces you haven’t seen in years. A house…
You know this feeling. The session is over, the client has thanked you and left, and you’re sitting in the quiet of your healing space with nothing left in you. A hollowness in the chest. A flatness in the body. Sometimes a dull ache behind the…
