Trauma Recovery Coaching That Meets You Where You Are

There’s a moment in healing when the world doesn’t necessarily get lighter, but you start feeling less haunted by your own patterns. It’s subtle, almost easy to miss. You notice you’re no longer sprinting toward self-correction every time you catch yourself people-pleasing or shutting down. You just… see it. Plainly. Without bracing. And that’s where humility enters the room, not the kind we were taught, the kind that meant shrinking, apologizing, or pretending we didn’t nee

Learn what boundaries truly are—clear, compassionate expressions of where you end and another person begins. Discover how nervous-system safety transforms boundaries into connection, not conflict.

Belonging to a church community used to mean everything to me.It was structure, predictability, and purpose...a place where I felt seen, even if the version of me they saw wasn’t entirely real.I told myself this was the price of love.That obedience was faith.That questions were rebellion.That doubt made me dangerous. So I became someone palatable. Agreeable. Reliable. The woman who showed up with casseroles and silence.The one who never let her grief get too loud or her curio

I used to think forgiveness meant being a good woman. A good Christian. A good daughter. A good wife. A good person. That version of forgiveness was a performance. A moral contortion. A ritual of self-erasure dressed up as holiness.

For most of my life, I thought reacting and responding were the same thing, just two words for “something happened, and now I’m having a feeling about it.”

There’s a moment in everyone’s life when the roles we once carried, daughter, fixer, pleaser, peacekeeper, backbone, emotional first responder, just… slip. Sometimes it’s a divorce. Sometimes it’s distance. Sometimes it’s simply waking up one morning and realizing the person you’ve been performing no longer exists. Roles are loud. They’re rewarded. They make other people more comfortable than they make you. They come with scripts, expectations, stage directions, and an audie

Healing isn’t about choosing one emotion over another. This is the moment I learned to hold grief and gratitude at the same time without thinking it meant I was failing.

There was a time I chased clarity like it was survival. I explained, defended, softened, and justified. Step 12 is where I stop convincing and start conserving—my energy, my peace, and my self-respect.

Abuse doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it starts with the water a little too warm, the air a little too heavy, and the slow erosion of who you are. This is how I learned to name the slow creep of abuse—and how I finally learned to believe myself.

Before the pandemic, I thought I was just tired — but I was drowning. When the world went quiet, I finally saw what was draining me and what had been hurting me all along.

I used to host the holidays. I cooked enough for an army. I made the house glow with candles, music, and pies in the oven. I set the table like I was preparing for a reunion that would finally feel like family. I did it because I loved it, but also because I hoped they would love it too. That if I created enough warmth, enough beauty, enough comfort, they’d want to stay longer, reach out more, see me differently, remember me better. Then one year…I stopped. I didn’t send the