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The Humble Pie
Trauma Recovery Coaching That Meets You Where You Are


The Real Meaning of Humility | The Humble Pie Philosophy
Explore the real meaning of humility as grounded, human self-accuracy, not self-erasure, and how nervous system healing can transform life from the inside out.
6 min read


Recovering from Karenism: A Trauma-Informed Look at Reactivity, Control, and Healing
Let’s talk about Karen.
You know her. We all do. She’s the one losing it in the grocery store, demanding a manager over nothing, calling the cops on kids selling lemonade, spiraling over a mask policy. She’s reactive, entitled, and exhausting to be around.
4 min read


Why Nervous System Collapse Is Not the Same as Giving Up
Collapse after awareness is often mistaken for failure. In reality, it is a protective nervous system response that allows integration and recovery.
2 min read


Learned Patterns You Didn’t Choose (and Why Shame Shows Up)
When people begin to notice patterns in their behavior, relationships, or reactions, shame often follows quickly.
They see themselves repeating things they no longer agree with. They recognize roles they didn’t consciously choose. They wonder how they could have been so unaware for so long.
3 min read


Why Awareness Can Dysregulate the Nervous System
Many people expect that gaining awareness will bring clarity, relief, or empowerment.
Instead, they feel more anxious, more tired, more sensitive, or more withdrawn than before. Old coping strategies stop working. Emotions surface without clear reasons. The body seems to lag behind what the mind now understands.
3 min read


Moral Injury: When Your Conscience Wakes Up Before Your Life Does
Moral injury describes the quiet disorientation that can follow new awareness — when values wake up faster than the nervous system can integrate.
4 min read


The Days I Should’ve Said No: Reclaiming my Truth
There were two days I should’ve said no. Both of them happened in white dresses. The first time, I thought I was saying yes to adulthood. Yes to doing what every small-town Midwest girl was expected to do: Say yes at the right age, to the right boy, in the right church, and then vanish neatly into a version of womanhood that looked good on paper. I wasn’t saying yes to love. I was saying yes to programming. I didn’t even know it was allowed to be a no. The second time, I told
2 min read
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